Diaries of Carrie

Entry 3

Monday, 7:54pm

Belle,

Well, Belle (rhyme!). It wasn't as scary as expected. In fact, it was slightly fun. Keyword: Slight. Lets start from the beginning of the day. But it was a very bumpy day. In a funny way. Wait. You'll find out all about it.

We had dropped Mike at his school, and we were on our way. That's when I turned down the random song crooning out of Sasha's iDock and faced her. "What?" she hissed, narrowing her eyes.

Honestly, she can be quite scary at times. "I need your help to get around the school..." I'd just murmured when we pulled over at the red bricked building.

Wow. That was all I could say. This school was atleast three times bigger than our last one. My eyes were as wide as saucers when Sash's hand jerked me out of the car. "Sash!" Monique (my sister's best friend) screeched, running like a squirrel for its last acorn. They both hugged each other wildly, attracting a load of stares and whistles both.

As they got busy in their monologues of their global vactions, I wandered off just to notice another girl standing awkwardly behind Mon. Oh! The famous little sister.

Kiara. Yes!

Well, as she was freshman too, I went over and greeted her. Surprisingly, she was completely the opposite of her sisiter. Her demure, shy nature contrasted completely with her sister's wild, funky nature. As a bonus, she was really pretty. She had straight red crimson hair, emerald eyes, and a red full lips. Her dress sense was even better. She had an inviting, lovely aura blanketing her.

The more friends, the better. With this thought spinning in my head I went over and greeted her.

She instantly brightened up and started a conversation. We started walking towards school when a gaggle of giggling girls (3 g's! Mini victory!) bumped into us.

In a cheerleaders costumes, not hard to guess, they were the 'The golden bitches' as Sash had very poetically put in one of her past renditions. The blonde bimbo (the head, if I wasn't mistaken) spoke to us in her VERY annoying high-pitchedy voice, which I disliked instantly, " Oh! Excuse me! I didn't see the middle school being invited for a field trip." Then she flipped her hair, laughed like a witch and walked off.

Rolling over my eyes, I looked over at Kia, to find her doing the same. Giggling, we made our way to the office, when we bumped into a rushing girl (Seriously? Again?). This one was about our age with a jet black bang falling over her eyebrows, and straight hair with curls at the end. She had highlighted features with red lips. She had a rather geeky but fashionable cat-like specs over her sparkling brown eyes. "Oops! I'm super sorry! I was just rushing to homeroom and...." she trailed off, remembering for the first time she was actually talking to somebody.

Kia, sensing she needed comfort, rushed to pick up her books, all the while glaring at me all the time. My mind finally clicked, and I bent over to help her.

Okayy.

She told us her name was Andy.

We walked to the office, and the receptionist handed our schedules and all the information we needed with a stern glare. We started our conquest of looking for our lockers. When we found them I couldn't help but give a little laugh. They were all in a row with mine being left, Kia's in the middle and Andy's on the right. Cliche much?

We put away our books and grabbed the ones needed for the first class. It was English. Well, for a start I like English, so that's a good sign.

The bell went off and me and Kia, rushed to class. Apparently, she had the same class as me.