The Story of Us

Chapter 1

“Phoebe! Wake up! Wake up!” Malarie, my best friend screams at me.

It’s the first day of high school!”

“Ugh,” I groan. I'm excited, but not ready to be woken up at 6:00 in the morning, especially since I stayed up all night talking with Malarie at our sleepover. I pry myself out of bed, and rummage through my dresser for my outfit.

“I have no idea what to wear!” Malarie exclaims.

“It has to be a great outfit, ‘cause we have to leave a good impression on everyone, our teachers, friends, and most importantly, boys!” She continues.

I decide to get ready first, and then get dressed. I brush through my long, wavy blonde hair, and brush my teeth.  I apply ‘black glitter’ liquid eyeliner , mascara, apricot spice colored eye shadow, and nude-colored lipstick. Then it hits me, I know exactly what to wear. I have a pair of tight, dark GAP jeans, and a pink, lightly shimmery, pink blouse with stripes of lace. As far as shoes, beige colored open-toed high heels.

“Phoebe, you look AMAZING.” Malarie says, in shock.

“Thanks, you can never go wrong with pink!” I say, immediately regretting it.

“Well actua-”She starts to argue, but I cut her off.

“Never mind that, less talk, more work. We still need to figure out your outfit.” I say. She quietly agrees by nodding. Malarie has straight, brunette hair that comes down a little below her shoulders. She has piercing blue eyes, and sun freckles on her nose. Why she covers them up with almost pounds of foundation, I’ll never know. I almost regret using the black eyeliner, remembering one of Malarie’s comments, “You look better in natural colors, Phoebe, since you have light hair and light skin.” However, if I do say so myself, black eyeliner looks pretty good against my bright, hazel eyes. She comes out of the bathroom, and I saw that she found my blue, spaghetti-strap summer dress. It looked great on her!

“Yay! FINALLY, you found something! Now we need to hurry and eat breakfast or we’ll be late! Remember school starts at 7:45 this year instead of 8:30…” I yell to Malarie, in a rush. We finish our plain Chobani yogurt with raspberries in a matter of minutes. We run to the garage waiting for my Mom. She pulls up in her brand-new black BMW convertible.

“There you are! It’s about time!” I tell my Mom.

“Come on, don’t be so uptight! It’s only 7:30!” She argues back. We need to check out the school, find our friends, and find our classes, etc. once we get there. We jump in the backseat.

“Step on it already!” I say to my Mom, hoping she won’t take it the wrong way.

“You asked for it…” Were her last words before we started our wild ride.