Diaries of Carrie

Entry 2

Monday, 6:20 am

Dear Vintage Belle,

Good morning. Although there is nothing so good about this morning as I was so rudely awoken at 6 today by my old, screechy alarm today, blaring out the same old ratty siren. When I'd finally silenced it with a whack, I couldnt find anything to wear. Hmph.

20 minutes later, I stood in front of the mirror, and even if I say so myself, I looked normal, even pretty boring.

My brown hair hung around my shoulders in their natural waves. My hazel eyes stared back at me emptily. I'd done my makeup in light tones, just enough to highlight my features.

But, for my dress I had to say, I really loved it. It was an inky blue dress with small white polka dots arranged symmetrically. It draped down my body and tied at the back.

A light breeze danced its way across the room, through the open window, so I just pulled on a white cardigan. Slipping my feet into my trusty converse, I grabbed my bag and went my way.

Mom and Dad were already having their breakfast so I politely excused myself as I was running late. Unlike other people, my parents didn't let money snake its way through their brain, so we were a pretty normal family. Although we had a luxurious life, my family was my rock.

Tearing a piece of toast through my teeth, I rushed my way to the land rover pulling out of the house. My sister Sasha was blasting ' Womanizer ' and singing her head off while, Mike my younger brother was engrossed in his iPod.

None of them noticed my entrance and I smiled at the all too familiar scene.

Nodding my head in confirmation to the chauffeur, we were on the way to school.

It all came back. High School.

Gulp.

Later.

Much later.

Yours fearfully,

Carrie.