“And to your left is the café. The café is opened from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m. and is a very popular hangout place for freshman! So, that’s the end of the tour! Girls’ dormitories are toward the east wing, boys’ dormitories to the west, and co-ed dorms can be found toward the north wing! Hope you have fun at Lincoln Academy School of Visual Arts!” The extremely peppy tour guide clapped her hands and zoomed off to meet her 2 p.m. appointment.
I had grown to hate people like her, the very hyper ones with bright pink lip-gloss and a spark in their eyes. Their girliness annoys me. A girl should be able to stand up for herself, and fight for what she believes in.
I picked up my luggage and walked slowly toward the co-ed dorm, admiring everything around me. I still hadn’t gotten used to Los Angeles. Bonneau, South Carolina was so different. It was a small little town, surrounded by tall, green trees, and everyone practically grew up together. The city lights, beaches, and partying was still something I was trying to get used to.
I opened the door to the dorm and walked into the building. Students were bustling in and out of the rooms either complaining about their new roommates, or moving luggage from one room to another.
After tons of bribery and begging, my parents had convinced the principal to let my stay on the top floor of the dorm. The top floor was super expensive due to the extremely large bedroom, walk in closet, Master Chef kitchen, and a party hall. I walked, or rather, was rudely shoved, into the elevator.
I pressed the 3rd floor button.
“AH!” I sucked my thumb. My finger had been electrocuted. “What the hell?”
“Sucka!” I heard laughter behind me. I turned around swiftly, ready to punch the stuffing out of the nutcase who had zapped me.
“Which one of you idiots did this?” I glared at the six laughing guys behind me. They all immediately stopped laughing and pointed to the tall blonde in the middle.
“Sigh. Zapping the elevator buttons. Never gets old, doesn’t it,” the blondie sighed as he pushed his way out of the group to talk to me.
I swallowed slowly. Living with 5 brothers had given me backbone and taught me how to stand up for myself. But, this was a different case. His naughty, mischievous, bright blue eyes pierced into mine and that scared me. He was the Hollister model and I was…well, me. He smirked at me; I was a deer caught in the headlights. After seeing my shocked expression, his friends started laughing and turned to fist bump each other. I used this moment to regain my courage and I stepped on the blonde’s foot- hard.
“Oh my fricken God!” he screamed in agony as he clutched his foot. “You little bitch! Your heels just left a permanent imprint on my foot!” The others backed away, in pure shock that someone, especially a girl, had stood up to them.
“It’s not nice to use the Lord’s name in vain.” I scolded him by waving my fingers in front of his now-pink face.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. I grabbed my neon-splatter suitcase and walked out confidently, turning around a little just to say, “While you’re at it, the nurse is in the main office!”
The guys and girls walking back and forth on this floor looked like models. Every single girl had a Gucci, Coach, Juicy Couture, or Louis Vuitton bag glued to their skinny, long-legged bodies. I looked down at my torn jeggings and my Beatles crop top. Yup, I totally belonged here, didn’t I?
The white marble hallway seemed never ending. Finally, just when I was regretting not taking PE seriously (since my legs were about to pass out), there it was, Room 320.
I unclipped my Angry Birds lanyard from my pocket, grabbed the keys, and entered the suite.
“Holy cheese balls….” I gasped at my surroundings. There was a huge window with a view of the entire campus. Purple plush sofas with white polka dotted pillows contrasted against the clean white walls, making the room pop out even more. There was a door to the right leading to the bedrooms and bathrooms. And to the left was a grand modern kitchen. My mother would’ve died for it, since she was a chef. I, on the other hand, had only the skill and hand-eye coordination to make cereal.
“OMG! You’re finally here!” A petite girl ran up to me from the bedroom and gave me a big hug.
Oh yippee! Another overenthusiastic one….
“C-cant breathe,” I choked. That tiny girl had a whole lot of strength. “Room turning black…”
She immediately let go of me and smiled.
“I’m Kara a.k.a your roomie! Welcome to campus! I’m a sophomore so I can teach you anything and everything you need to know about Lincoln!” She dragged me down on the couch and smiled again…even wider this time, so wide that she looked like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.
She looked cute but annoying. I hated her already.
“So how about I get us some Hot Cheetos and Sprite? We can get to know each other a little bit?” Her bright green braces made her look like a four year old. But instead of commenting, I bit my lip and nodded.
A couple minutes later, Kara skipped back with a bowl full of Cheetos and two bright green glasses.
“ So, to get us started, what in the name of Martha Stewart happened to your finger? Did you get hurt?” She pointed to the swelling golf ball sized lump on my right hand. Her eyebrows drifted together, blood rushed to her cheeks, and she looked like she was going to puke.
“Staring is rude in this country,” I scoffed as I hid my hand behind my back. “And just to let you know, I was rudely harassed this morning by this blonde idiot who had this I-think-I’m-so-smart attitude. He zapped the damn elevator button so I stepped on his rather bony foot with my heels and I-“
A hand clamped over my mouth. “You crushed the foot of the Derek Johansen?”
I pushed her hand away. “If you’re referring to the asshole who electrocuted me, yes, yes I did. I showed him straight, didn’t I? Up top sista.” I put my hand up in front of her.
“NO!” Kara pushed my hand away. She bit her lip in frustration. “No girl ever talks back to that hottie. And you, a freshman, insulted him and crushed his toes! Alexis Parker, you have signed officially signed your death wish.”
I looked at her strangely. I was totally lost in this conversation. “What do you mean, I’ve signed my own death wish?”
“What I mean is, “ Kara smirked a little bit. “You are his next victim. “
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Pranking the Prankster
FanfictionWhen Alexis Parker moved to Los Angeles for college , she expected celebrities , fashion shows , sorority parties , and lots of cute guys. What she didn't expect, was to be the crucial factor of a mastermind plot against the school's immature pranks...
