America's Sweetheart

So You Think You Can High School?

 If the Blue Notebook incident was "awkward," then my first day of school was.... I'll say it... Hello without the O. (Gasps internally to myself.)

 I'm sure you're probably wondering if I'm a ten year old or something, but fear not, I am not. That and I've probably mentioned that I'm a popstar... Yeah. My Bro-Man is pretty strict about no swearing, so I've been pretty much banned from the use of words containing stars or dollar signs.

Apparently, the make-up artists coming at 6:45 was a lie. The thing was, I had to be all dolled up for my "waking up." I know, I know, fake much? But hey, this is a reality show we're talking about.

 They came at 5. After forcing me to take a shower, they put on "natural" makeup (it wasn't natural if you ask me), and made me pose on the bed. No, I couldn't lie down like on my sweet bed comfortably, and I was painfully forced to lie down in this awkward angle, that supposedly looked "angelic." The artists arranged my hair on the pillow, and scolded me each time I took a breath, afraid that I would ruin their "masterpiece."

 No, Stella wasn't here. I missed her and her golden locks so much. Meanwhile, the group of bullies poked and pulled on my hair.

 Miraculously, I survived until 6:30. That was when everything had been set up, and I was supposed to make my dramatic waking up on the right side of bed scene. I did receive a few scowls from the bullies for not angling my hair right or something, but apparently the cameramen thought that it had been a good shot.

  Then, after "washing" and brushing my already perfectly clean teeth, the make-up artists had a go at me again.

 "What would you like for your first day of school?" They asked with fake smiles. I swear, their fake smiles made me have nightmares afterwards. Luckily, the camera was focusing on me, so the viewers couldn't get creeped out by the bullies.

  "Surprise me," I said, and fake laughed with them. Oh, the things I do for the camera.

  Then, they caked up more makeup, until they decided I was good enough to go. 

  I didn't look bad. Yes, they were bullies and all, but they weren't professional make-up artists for nothing. I still prefered Stella, though.

 Next was the wardrobe part. Thankfully, they let me pick my own clothes. Both my parents were artists (the paint kind), and so I had this genetic talent of not choosing the wrong color and/or design. It's a good trait to have when you're the girl preteens look up to for fashion advice.

  Pink, pink, pink, pink, pink, pink.... AUGH!!! Who changed my wardrobe? What was I, eight? I don't have to look like a unicorn throwed up on me.

  'Relax,' I told myself. All your real clothes are probably hidden inside the closet. Do you know how in the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe the closet has more rows of clothes inside? That applied to my closet. Except unfortunately, I didn't have an awesome reason to shout, "For Narnia" and kill off a White Witch. 

  Did you know I was almost cast in the movie series? Well, I still might be, except I won't be starring in with the cute Edmund/Skandar Keynes guy. That and I need to work on a British accent. 

  Thankfully, I found one printed tee, and it was a Beatles shirt. The Beatles were (and still is) my favorite band ever since my mom started making me sing to Yesterday. (Fun fact: Did you know that Paul McCartney had the melody and made impromptu lyrics to not forget it? The lyrics were: Scrambled eggs. Oh, you have such lovely legs.) Apparently, not all the pink clothes were horrible and disgusting looking. I found those zipper sweatshirts in the pink front section of my closet. 

  After that, I found out that I didn't have much freedom in choosing my clothes, either. A stylist came and started criticizing my skinny jeans and Nike shoes. She told me that shorts were in the season, and that I would have to wear Converse or Vans, 'cause supposedly it's the stuff everybody has.