"I'm just saying I think make up doesn't look good on her," Ally says, as we stop at the red light. "It makes her look like a clown." I sit in the passenger's seat, putting mascara on carefully while looking into the rear view mirror.
This is just like every morning since we became sophomores. Ally always picks me up at 7:00 sharp every morning so we can find a great parking spot at school. I always hurry up to shower, throw my clothes on, brush my hair, eat breakfast, wrestle my stuff into my bag before running outside in my high heels. Today, I had to settle for eating breakfast in her car since I woke up at 7:10 this morning and my mom had to wake me up. I yawn and stretch my arms over my head as I settle back into my seat.
I look at my red-chipped nails and groan. "My nails look horrible," I say, pulling the collar around my leather coat up.
It's pretty cold today. The cold October wind blows into the car, mixing with the heat coming in from the radiators. I turn around, annoyed as Ally chucks her piece of gum out the window. "Jesus, you couldn't do that when we got to school?" I ask as her car window goes up.
"If I did, Ballistic Betty would be all up on my ass," Ally says.
We call Mrs. Silverstein, one of the aids in the cafeteria, "Ballistic Betty" because she goes ape-shit if you so much as spit on the ground in the court yard. It's stupid, really. It's not like one glob of spit or one empty soda can means the whole world is going to collapse.
"You mind if I plug in my phone?" Ally asks, shaking her iPhone5 with her diamond-studded phone case in my face as if to remind me that I still have a crappy Sony phone. At least my phone doesn't start powering down until three days later. That's when I have to power it back up.
"No," I say. "Go right ahead." What I really want to say is, "Yes. Put that thing away", but the girl is my best friend. She's the one who saved me from my times of extreme needs. But I really don't feel like listening to Taylor Swift or Justin Bieber or those other pop singers that I either don't know or hate. The truth is, I would rather listening to "golden music".
Golden music is something I came up with. It means old yet classic and amazing music. Like Stevie Wonder, The Beatles, or The Runaways. I mean, sure, I like artists, like Mariah Carey or Christina Aguilera or even Ne-Yo, but I grew up on golden music, so it kind of grew on me. But The Clique wouldn't really appreciate that. I mean, maybe Ally would since she's been my best friend since fourth grade, but the rest of The Clique wouldn't.
The Clique is a group of the most popular girls in school, and there are four girls that are part of The Clique. Six if you count Ally and I. One member is a girl named Eleanor Knight who I met back in eighth grade. She's cute, with her big, owlish eyes and short blonde hair. Her mother was an actress for six years which was the main buzz when she first came here. We were the first ones to get to her fortunately. When we first met her, she had a lipstick red lips and a white blouse on. We knew that we had to have her.
The next two members are sisters...well, step-sisters, Lily and Rose Evans, who came when we first started as freshmen. Lily is the younger sister, sixteen, while Rose is seventeen. Lily has blonde hair, brown eyes, and wears designer clothes. Rose is tall has chocolate hair with brown eyes and smokes cigarettes. I once smoked with her in the girl's bathroom. She put a chair against the wall and we sat on the sink counters and smoked until the bell rang. It's something I'm not proud of and I'll never do it again, but it was only because Lindsay criticized me for not smoking at least one cigarette.
Lindsay O'Neal is the most important part of The Clique. She's pretty much the leader and the most popular girl in high school. I can see why with her movie star personality and her blonde mermaid hair and emerald green eyes and naturally-pink lips and hourglass body. She first came here back in seventh grade when The Clique didn't even exist. She came into the picture in seventh grade, from New York City and she made sure everyone knew that the first day she came here to Seattle. This was when I had stopped wearing my reading glasses and started wearing contact lenses and always get my mouth shut since I wore braces.
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