WEST COAST

1: Where The Wild Things Are

MICHELLE'S POV

I opened my burning eyes and the light poured through them, making my head pound even more. I felt sick to my stomach. I looked next to me at some guy whose arms were around me. 

"Ew" I said lightly and yanked his arms away from me. 

I sat up in bed and rubbed my temples with my fingers. I think I went a little bit too hard last night. I shrugged. What was life for? I reached for my phone and hit the wake up button. I had a text message from Bria. 

Why aren't you at school?

I stood up and rolled my eyes. If Bria wasn't so involved with her academics and being boring then maybe she would know what it was like to have a little bit of fun too. I mean seriously that girl needed to loosen up and let her hair down once in a while. 

I found my dress from the night before and I sloppily threw it back on. It didn't have to be perfect I didn't care. I grabbed my purse off of a chair in the corner and opened the bedroom door. 

"Hey" I heard a rough voice call from behind me. 

I turned around and looked at the guy in the bed behind me who I didn't know what his name was. 

"What?" I asked harshly. 

"Aren't you gonna stay for a while? I don't even have your number." he said to me. 

"You don't need it." I blew him a kiss and walked out of the room. 

A few people were passed out on the couch in the living room, and the whole place smelled like a mix of alcohol cigarettes and weed. 

I walked down the streets of LA and motioned for a taxi to pull over. I got some looks from the passersby as I walked down the sidewalk. Some people snickered at me, some people rolled their eyes at me. I really could care less to be honest and I was still confident. These people were just upset that they didn't get any last night. 

I opened the door to a taxi and just as I did a mother was on the sidewalk with her daughter and I heard her say,

"Don't ever be like that girl sweetie." 

I turned around and looked at the little girl,

"And don't be so prude like your mother, how do you think you got here?" I said.

I turned around and slide into the taxi.

"Seaside High School."  I called out. 

I looked out the window one more time and waved at the mother who was still standing there, looking like she was constipated or something.

I walked into the school and headed for my locker right before the bell rang. I really shouldn't have even come. because I only had 1 more class to get to before the day was over. But I mean who really cared anyway? It was February now and I only had about 3 month left of high school ever. I mean seniors didn't really have to try anyway.

"You look terrible!" I heard a voice say. 

I turned around and seen Bria standing there looking me up and down with a terrified look on her face.

"Lighten up Bria" I said patting her chin. 

She rolled her eyes at me as Priscilla walked up to me, not looking as surprised as Bria did. 

"Hey you" She said. 

"What? You aren't concerned about the way she looks? Or that she skipped class?" Bria asked.

"You aren't used to it yet?" Priscilla asked laughing. 

"Do you want to borrow some clothes?" Priscilla asked.