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Incognito [edited]

Incognito

When I woke up the next morning I was stiff and my eyes were sore. I didn't remember going to bed, but I must have fallen asleep because my textbooks were still on my bed and I was still wearing my clothes from yesterday.

I picked up my mirror from my dressing table and examined my reflection. My eyes were puffy and bloodshot and there were streaks of mascara running down my face.

Checking the time I saw that I only had an hour before school started. I ripped of my clothes, threw them in the bin and jumped in the shower.

I let the warm water pour over me, relaxing my sore muscles, savouring the smell of my vanilla shampoo. I dreaded getting out but at least it was Friday. I could spend as long as I wanted in the shower tomorrow morning.

I dried my hair quickly using the supersonic blow-dryer beside my vanity and pulled open the doors to my walk in closet. I grabbed my black Betsy Johnson leather miniskirt, cobalt blue vans and purple Armani sheer blouse. I wore a purple tank top under it (designer though, don't want a repeat of yesterday do we?) and shoved one of my white Hollister hoodies into my Forever 21 brand school bag.

As you could probably guess I own a lot of designer clothing. It's not that I'm spoiled or anything, it's just the only thing available is designer clothes. Although we don't have to pay designer prices, my whole outfit cost twenty five Rubies. Even our currency was flashy.

Before I left I crossed out the date on my calendar. It was two days to my eighteenth birthday, the day it would all change.

I checked the Swarovski watch on my wrist and jogged down the stairs. I had ten minutes to get to school. I grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl and ate it as I rummaged around my bag, trying to find my car keys.

I found them at the bottom of my bag (typical), and unlocked the door to my gleaming, red Lamborghini. I sped off hoping I wouldn't get pulled over (I'm pretty sure I went through about ten red lights.)

I pulled into the car park and raced in the front office. I quickly signed in, just as the bell rang. I breathed a sigh of relief as I strolled towards my locker, chomping happily on my banana.

I had a free period first class but if I had missed registration, I would have received two weeks detention. My school was strict, to put it nicely. I got out my books for my next class then I found an empty classroom, took out my laptop and started typing....

Christina gazed lovingly up at Gabriel, his tan muscular chest glowing in the setting sun's rays. "I love you so much," he said smiling down at her. She pulled away "How could you love someone like me?" she shouted, looking around the beach, "I'm not pretty or smart! I'm nothing!" He stepped toward her, "Being pretty doesn't matter!" he snapped "What matters is that I want to be with you!" "Prove it" she challenged "Shout it to the world." He stepped close to her and quietly whispered, "I love you," "Why did you whisper?" she asked "Because you're my world!"

I saved my work and started editing the previous chapters. It was my dream to become a published author, though I didn't dare tell anybody. I made sure I kept it a secret, I hid my work in a folder labelled 'How I want to look when I'm eighteen' so my mother wouldn't snoop around. She believed I was a good girl like everybody else. I edited a few spelling and grammar mistakes, then shut down my laptop just before the bell rang.

I strolled out of the classroom and saw Penelope by her locker.

"Hey Pen!" I said walking up to her.

A look of relief crossed her face and she hugged me tightly,

"Oh thank God!" she sighed "I thought your Mum had killed you or worse, sent you to Halewood!"