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Chapter Two

First Day of Senior Year

"Ms. Saylor! Ms. Saylor, wake up! You must get ready for your first day!"

I wake up to the sound of Mayna basically screaming in my ear.

It's no secret how heavy a sleeper I am and Mayna dreads waking me up. But she does it, every single morning.

"She continues to scream at me so I say, I'm up, May! I'm up!" Finally she quits the yelling, "Thanks, I'm up and getting ready."

With that she leaves.

I begrudgingly pull my beige damask duvet over my head and climb from my extremely comfortable bed.

Now for my daily morning routine: I jump into the warm shower connected to my bedroom and scrub off all of the remaining makeup from yesterday.

Once I feel that I got all the conditioner out of my too-long hair, I hop out of the shower and begin blow drying my hair. Once it's perfectly straight and dry I get dressed.

I enter my gorgeous, movie worthy walk in closet and, since it's the first day, I take time picking out my outfit. I go with a preppy, casual dress that I got from J Crew yesterday.

Time for the accessories-my bib necklace from a boutique in France and a cuff from Eleanor's. For the shoes I go with some discreet Marc Jacobs flats.

Back in the bathroom, I look in the mirror and begin applying my normal make up. Just some powder and mascara, nothing special. With one more look in the mirror I decide that my hair is too flat, so I spray in some heat protectant and begin curling it into some beachy waves.

With that, I'm good to go.

Down the two flights of stairs, I enter the kitchen and grab the apple and my tote backpack that Mayna always leaves out for me. She's probably cleaning my parents room, so I don't see her on the way out, and my parents are already at work, so I just leave.

I hop into my white Mercedes that I got for my seventeenth birthday a couple months ago and drive over to Leah's house.

Leah's mother opens the door for her and kisses Leah on the head before waving goodbye.

I feel a tinge of jealousy. Leah and her mother have always had such a tight-knit relationship since Leah's father is dead and she's an only child.

Leah hops into the passenger seat and we're off!

"I'm so glad I told you to get that dress-it looks fabulous on you," Leah says.

"Thanks, Lee, you look great too, but those shoes look familiar." I tell her in mock-annoyance.

Since Leah is even shorter than me at 5' 0" she wears heels everyday. Today she's sporting one of my pairs of Louboutins that have been in her closet almost since the day I got them. They're basically hers now.

Me and Leah carry on a light conversation for the whole ride before arriving at school.

I pull into my usual spot and step out of my car grabbing my backpack. Leah does the same and together we walk towards the doors of our high school, White Oak Preparatory. It's private, but thanks to my mother's pull on the PTA, we don't have to wear uniforms. She loves fashion too much to see me in the same clothes every day.

Thankfully, me and Leah have lockers right next to one another.

We put in our combos and pull open the doors somewhat nervously. We know that our scheduels for the year are placed into our locker. Weird, I know, but that's how it's always been done at White Oak Prep.