Tradition: Alexia

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Some might say Alexia had an abnormal life. Some might say she had a busy life. Some might even say she had an unreal life. Alexia herself believed that all of those words described her life. Plus some curse words. Yeah. You could say it was a slippery slope. For now, the traumas were at bay but that could change any second...

Her fifteenth birthday was in six days so of course her morning began with her best friend, Amelia, jumping up and down on her bed violently shaking her awake.

"Alex get up, Get UP!"

" Come on Amelia it its gotta be half five in the morning or something " Alexia groaned as she rubbed her puffy eyes, "Couldn't it wait until ten or something?" she yawned, snuggling back into her comfy covers.

"It is ten you lazy noob! And anyway I have a ton of shopping to do for my date tonight and I need your opinion on outfits so quit being a bore and get dressed" Amelia ordered, as she shashayed out of the room. She had quite an effect with word and could make you do even the most barbaric things before you realised what you've done. 

" I swear she's becoming more and more like my hypothetical teenage mom each day. Its starting to creep me out." Alexia murmured as she reluctantly got up from her warm bed. She could honestly stay cocooned in it for the whole day and not do anything.

"Amelia just wants to make sure you have a female figure in your life that you can count on, since you told her about your mom. She certainly  wears enough make-up and adult clothes to look the part." sighed Layla as she neatly folded Alexia's pile of messy laundry, which were clustered on the floor.

"Honestly Alex do you ever tidy your room? Its like a pig sty in here!" Layla complained whilst holding up a pair of jeans which were covered in grease.

"Now look who's turned into the mom" Alexia said, grinning at Layla who gave her a dirty look but was trying not to smile.

Layla was Alexia's other  best friend and quit the contrast from Amelia's glam and chic look. Alexia always thought Layla looked like a young genius in training. She wore large square glasses that covered half of her face, and her expression was always in thought, as if she was analysis your every move. Otherwise, Layla was quite pretty. She light brownish skin and frizzy black hair which brought out her sparkling hazel eyes. Alexia and layla had been best friends since the very beginning of kindergarden when they were little children. Amelia came into their lives round two years ago, when she joined Prepstate High School. It was her first day when she punched someone who said that Layla's glasses made her look like Wall-E.  After that, they all became best friends over time. Simple

Layla was the brains, logical and all the other smarty pants stuff of the group. She was usually the one to talk reason to the other two. Obviously Amelia was the fashion and gossip advice girl. She was a mini Gretchen Weiners. She new the latest gossip with celebrities, classmates and even teachers. Nobody knows where she gets this information but one things for sure. You do not mess with Amelia Pearson otherwise she could ruin your life with one little screenshot. And finally the golden trio reaches Alexia. She always ends up being the leader out of the three, and keeps them all together. Alexia was also both good at athletic things and academic subjects as well (although not as good as Layla). However there was one thing that Alexia was both great at, and spent most of her time doing. Building. Not little toy blocks, but with pieces of metals and screws. She would try building amazing new things in her spare time. Some of them would work, some of them would not. Alexia just loved building and designing. Part of the reason was because when she was little, her dad used to teach her how to construct small little toys that they would play with for hours. It was yet another connection to her childhood which she cherished. 

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