On Thursday, I wake up without Aunt Diana’s voice ringing in my ears, but I didn’t like my alarm clock either. Anyways, I was able to take a proper shower, style my hair, put on makeup, and eat a normal size breakfast (which was oatmeal, eggs, and sausage YUM!) before I went to school.
When I sat down with a smile on my face, Carls knew something was up.
“So what’s with you today?” She asked.
“Hm? Oh nothing.” I said trying to keep my secret a bit longer.
“No! There’s something! Is it a boy, yes! It’s a boy!” Carls squealed. Carls easily jumped to conclusions that every time I was happy it was because of a boy, she had been on this campaign to get me a boyfriend the minute I met her. Literally.
“No, no, it’s nothing like that. It’s just that you may see my designs on the cover of the January Issue of Teen Vogue UK.” I replied.
“Teen Vogue!” Carls screeched in my ears. “It’s like Teen Vogue in Britain, like they have high fashion designers and cute clothes and hot models!”
“Yeah, it’s kind of exciting.” I said sheepishly. “I’m not sure if my designs are cool enough though, they’re just a spur of the moment thing, I don’t really think about what I design.”
“You’ll do fine Zoe! This is your moment, don’t waste it being all shy and shit!” Carls snapped. As she said it I relaxed, I realized maybe this did happen for a reason.
“Ladies,” Mr. Yancey snarled, “Either you can pay attention to the lesson, or you may see the headmaster.”
Carls and I turned to the front, but not before Carls mouthed to me Bitch. I giggled and attempted to look like I was listening to the instructor. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate school, but Mr. Yancey has a way to make any lesson boring, it also is super easy to pass his class, so I don’t have to work hard.
When the class was dismissed, I walked down to Physics quietly singing “Freakum Dress” by Beyonce. Cause when he acts wrong, is when you put it on, something something, some more other stuff, try to impress, put on your FREAKUM DRESS! At the end of the phrase I struck an outrageous pose, which earned me some mean looks from some people, but a hip bump from Nikki.
“Nice moves.” Nikki said sarcastically, but I wasn’t insulted. I knew that I was the worst dancer on the planet, but that didn’t stop me.
“Whatever, let’s get our groove on.” I replied. To that, Nikki and I stood parallel and started a dance routine we made up to Lana Del Rey’s Radio. It involved a lot of rudimentary moves that allowed me to follow along. Now my life is sweet like cinnamon. Like a fucking dream I’m living in. Baby love me cause I’m playing on the radio. Nikki and I turned to each other and yelled. How do you like me now? After we did our awkward booty pop and a high five, we went into Physics and sat down, as if nothing happened.
School let out, and I immediately went to the tube to catch the train. As I went to the ticket booth I nodded to the ticket seller, Marvin. Marvin helped me out on my first day alone on the train, because like a noob, I got lost.
“What’s shaking Marvin?” I asked.
“Living the life Zoe, what’s your news?” He replied.
“Nothing, just you might see my designs on Teen Vogue in a few months.” I whispered, I didn’t want everyone to know, because you know, I might suck.
“Well maybe I’ll actually read the issue.” He joked.
Marvin’s girlfriend, Florence, always made him do a “Couples Night” that consisted of him giving her pedicures, watching chick flicks, and reading Teen Vogue. He would always tell me the horror stories and we both got a laugh.
