Searching For Rebecca

Chapter 5: Glamour and Girls

Hey so this is kinda unedited oops :s anyways enjoys lovely people and don't forget to read Fallen because this story is a novella that stemmed from that story!
Picture is of Caz, thoughts?? :)

It was September second. The day before D-day. Also known as the first day at my new school. I had had three luscious months away from teenagers and wasn't at all too eager to get back into class. Last week my mom had taken me to a proper hair salon to get my hair styled. Having no idea what this meant I merely asked the hairdresser (whose bubblegum pink hair matched her nametag, which read "Candy") to 'surprise me.'

This could have gone either way really, but thankfully she wasn't incompetent and I left the salon with pin straight, slightly layered hair; that mercifully remained its natural strawberry blonde color.

I had also been practising with makeup and decided that it wasn't quite as horrendous as I had once perceived. The knack, I soon realised wasn't to imagine you were painting a canvas that just so happened to be your face. Less really was more.

I would have liked to have thought that my closet had had a well deserved clean out. Most of my clothes had been replaced with stylish designs from well known brands. All in all I tried desperately to copy the look of the popular girls at my old school.

Right now I stood in front of the wall mirror in my parent's bedroom looking myself up and down. I was wearing my intended outfit for tomorrow: a loose silky, navy camisole with pale blue skinny jeans and wedged sandals. The whole outfit was jazzed up with a cool gold necklace I'd found at Brandy Melville. My hair hung loose and long down my back and I really hoped I looked pretty enough to be included in the popular crowd.

Sighing gently to myself I went back to my room and changed into my simple pyjamas. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I checked for the millionth time that my new tan leather school back was still at the bottom of the stairs ready.

Catching a glance in the mirror I grinned forcefully at myself. 'You can do this! You're not Becky anymore. Not the sad little girl, who has no friends. You're going to start afresh. Be someone new.'

And with that motivational speech I flicked out the light switch and slipped into bed.

*

The morning came all too soon for my liking. My alarm clock blared out the new P!nk song, crashing my slumber. I rolled over groaning, fumbling for the snooze button.

Then I remembered what day it was.

Crap!

Flinging myself out of bed, I ran into the bathroom. I hadn't been up this early since last semester! Splashing cold water onto my face, I took a quick shower before changing into my chosen clothes. Sitting at my vanity I took care to do my makeup the way I had been practising and even remembered to wipe my mascara before putting it on my lashes. After running a brush through my hair I ran down the stairs two-at-a-time and grabbed an apple from the sideboard.

Oh god I was going to be late! Muttering a song that sounded very much like 'crap crap buggery buggery shitshitshit,' I gulped down some juice and pulled up my bag.

'Mom, I'm going now!'

My mom appeared in the room, her loose hair in waves. 'Okay sweetie, have a good day!'

'I'll try!' I said before leaving the house and sliding into my Fiat. Hitting the gas I pulled out of our drive without too much difficulty. I knew where the school was mainly because of the huge glitzy sign on the highway.

Arriving at the entrance to the drive I tailed a Chevy to the student parking lot. After turning off the engine I noticed how pristine everything seemed. Multiple flower beds with overflowing cascades of peonies and pansies. The grounds of the school led the eye in a natural curve to the left where the running track was visible. I still had been running every day, and had even considered the possibility of joining the track team.

Breaking my eyes away from the pretty fields I looked up at the pupils. It was obvious without too much deep thought who were the popular crowd. These girls and guys had the arrogance of popularity mixed with their obvious wealth of being able to go to a very expensive private school.

Taking a deep breath I opened the car door and climbed out. I suddenly realised I had been holding my breath and allowed the air to leave my lungs gently. I wasn't sure what I had been expecting. A tidal wave maybe? An earthquake? Obviously that didn't happen. I mean, duh?

I forced my feet to walk toward the chosen group of girls. When I was a couple of feet away (my heart beating at about twice its normal rate) one of them noticed me. She said something to a tall dark girl before skipping over to say hello.

She was about my height with a lovely perfect tanned glow about her. Her loose blonde curls fell to mid back and matched her honey coloured eyes perfectly.

'Um hi, do you need some help?' she asked, a kind expression on her face.

I had to remind myself that if we had met a year ago she would have been saying something quite different.

But I was Bex now, not Becky. 'Yeah hey, I'm new here. I don't know what to do or where to go!' I say with an attached grin.

'Oh! Welcome, I'm Stacie, so nice to meet you!'

'I'm Bex, hi.' Before I could say anything else she pulled me into a warm hug that smelt like black coffee and perfume.

Just then we were joined by a tallish boy with tan skin and a shock of black hair.

'Who's your new gal Stace?'

'Marc!' Stacie exclaimed in delight. 'Oh this is Bex. She's new.'

'I figured.' Replied the boy named Marc. 'I would have remembered someone that looked like you.'

'You are too awkward.' Stacie giggled.

I was just about to reply when Stacie turned to Marc with a knowing look on her face.

'Caz is here. Would you look at her new toy?' their expressions both slackened slightly.

I wheeled around and my eyebrows shot up in amazement. A convertible cream Porsche had just purred to a stop in front of us. The car was stunning but its driver put it to shame. She was tall with skin like creamy porcelain. Her wide jade green eyes sparkled behind Chanel sunglasses, that were tucked under a sheet of white blonde hair that ran pin straight down to her butt. Her jean shorts were short in the extreme, a clear violation of the dress code, and her cropped top barely reached her midriff showing off a lime green gem belly button piercing.

'Who is that?' I questioned aloud.

Stacie turned to me in sympathy. Marc didn't seem able to speak so she explained for me.

'That's Caz Granger. If you want to be anything at this school you have to be on her right side. Obviously she's got it all going for her. She's pretty, rich, okay she's quite thick but with boobs like hers - who cares if you know the square root of pi?'

My eyes met with Caz's green ones. They narrowed slightly and she began walking toward me, swishing on her heels.

Coming to a stop in front of me, she raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.

'And just who might you be?' she asked coolly.

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