Girls (EDITING)

Welcome to WSA Lucy!

Maybe it's the way she walked

Straight into my heart and stole it.

Through the doors and past the guards,

Just like she already owned it.

I said, "Can you give it back to me?"

She said, "Never in your wildest dreams."

And we danced all night to the-

I swipe my thumb across the screen of my phone, silencing the sound of my favourite alarm tune from my current favourite boy band. First day of junior year, is the first thought that pops into my head before I eagerly rolled out of bed.

I quickly make my bed before hopping around my large new room to grab a towel and my small basket of toiletries. Nothing could ruin my chipper morning mood, not today.

Today is going to be my very first day at Wesley Stanton Academy, one of the absolute top private high schools in all of America; a sure pathway into all the Ivy League colleges. It has always my utmost dream to attend Princeton, and attending WSA is sure to get me there. This is going to be the best day ev-

"JOSIE! Hurry up I need to get ready for school!" I yell at my sister after finding the door to the bathroom locked.

No answer.

"Josie! Come on, I know it's you in there!" Still no answer; only the sound of the tap water running as if the person inside is oblivious to the constant banging on the door.

"Ugh!" I groan in frustration as I stomp away to call in reinforcements. This would surely get her to open the door.

"Josie? Finish up in there. Your sister has a big day ahead of her today and you have been in there for at least thirty minutes." Dad sleepily reasons with the closed door after being pried out of bed.

"Josie!" He calls out in a more stern and authoritative voice before the door finally opens, revealing a scowling short-haired brunette.

"Okay, okay! Geez! Can't a girl take a shower in peace around here?" Josie says as she sneers in my direction and saunters off to her bedroom across the hall. She can be such a brat sometimes.

"Thanks, dad." I smile sweetly at my father. He always takes my side when it comes to quarrels between siblings, which is why I always end up calling him to settle it. Who am I kidding? I am definitely daddy's little girl.

"No problem, honey. Now hurry up before you're late!" He kisses me swiftly on the forehead before sending me into the bathroom.

He had done a lot to try to get me into WSA. Luckily his old colleague at the office back in New York had several connections in the admissions board at the school and I was able to get in on partial scholarship. We never would've been able to pay for it otherwise. It is after all, the most prestigious private school for a reason.

After taking a quick shower and blow-drying my long, straight, golden brown hair, I spend the next fifteen minutes carefully applying my makeup, which consist of a few strokes of mascara and a simple light pink gloss to brighten up my lips.

As I look into bathroom mirror I can't help but point out my many "obvious" flaws.

My skin is so pale that it turns pink under direct lighting. My shoulders are so manly! Why can't my eyebrows be as beautiful as Lily Collins' or Demi Lovato's? I think to myself, as I make the finishing touches to my face and hair before walking back into my room to get dressed.

Unfortunately, as I make my way back to my door I notice my annoying thirteen year old sister sitting down on one of the large brown boxes of things yet to be unpacked into my brand new room.