Recalled

Sh*t Happens

I can't remember what happened to him though. One day he was on the news...and then he wasn't. Matter-of-fact no one has ever seen or heard from him since! Oh, well..."outta sight, out of mind..." Who cares? Certainly not me! I have way much better and important things to do. Like cheerleading practice at Grove High School a matter of weeks before the competition.

Of course you know who the captain is! DUH! I'm the hottest girl in the school! I'm the girl with the best and real 38D bra cup size. I'm the girl with the best face to apply makeup on! The one that always has the most expensive and best mani/pedicures in the state of California! The one that has supermodel agencies in calling her phone three times a week to book photo shoots!

I have the perfect amount of butt and hips, yet a small waist.Yeah for once the white girl has a got the black girl's ass! But I hate it when guys say that...

I'm the girl that chicks flaunt to for the latest gossip. The girl that was voted prom queen two times in a row, and three times for homecoming queen. Now don't get me wrong, just because I am a super hot blond, I am not dumb. I have taken all honors classes since my junior year and with the exception of my kindergarten year(don't ask), have been on honor roll my entire life.

Of course being the shit has it's downsides though. All the creepy goths and nerds try to ask me out or drool at me all of the time. It's disgusting. That's where my boyfriend comes in; (only beauty can date a natural beauty!) He's the most popular and hottest guy in the school! Plus the smartest! He's the top quarterback in the state, so of course colleges have all of their eyes on him....

Then there are my friends. The sheeps in my little flock:

There's Ilana Riviera:

Not the brightest girl in the bunch, but is definitely second when it comes to being totally gorgeous.

Selena Renee:

She's usually second in command when it comes to doing what I say and abiding by it. I am GOD to these girls. She's pretty damn fiesty! Sometimes...Well, quite often a royal bitch. She only annoys me when she tries to condescend me.

Samantha Michaels:

The shiest in the whole group. Mainly tends to the people that I walk over with pride. She's so pathetic.

Miranda Cromwell:

No she's not my sister! She's my little cousin...Honestly she's a pain in my ass. She matches Adolf Hitler's dream. The blond hair and blue eyed thing; and every boy that sees her totally eats that shit up.

Kayla Mackentyre:

Isn't really in my flock, but she mainly lingers around now. She thought that she was my friend in the past, but she never truly was. Truth be told I never liked her....But she totally ticked me off our sophomore year when I caught her sitting on my (current boyfriend at the time)'s lap! She swore that she wasn't trying to make out with him, but I knew she was lying...stupid whore. She kept on trying to say that my boyfriend was hitting on her, and although she kept rejecting him. He did not accept her answer and yanked her on his lap right when I walked through the door during this wild party.

....Oh! Speaking of the word,"Whore," I spread a huge rumor about Kayla. I told each and every girl at Grove middle and high that she slept with the entire varsity football team and soccer team! None of the girls talked to her for a good while. No one would let her sit at their tables during lunch at any period, so she had to eat in one of the restroom stalls! I think she was shunned for about three months! I head she even got jumped!! She didn't finish finish school that year, she ended up pretending that she was sick. Rumor has it that she even went to rehab!

So as you can see, I rule my school. It's my kingdom, and everyone that I don't like? Are my pawns. Just there to help me push them around, or be my expend when I don't feel like following the rules.

Nothing can stop me from doing anything that I want to, I even have my English teacher, Mr.Lowrenski giving me A's on all of my assignments. He's such a tool, I have him and all of the rest of my other teachers eating out of the palm of my hand!

I'm so ready to get out of school though, only a few months left in the school year before I graduate and escape this hell hole. All I'll be doing is going to college later, and partying with my soulmate Sam Donahue.

Anyways, it is Tuesday morning and I threw on a pink-strapped corset with a brown really short mini-skirt. I accentuated my legs and feet by putting on some pink stiletto heels that had pure satin attached to them, wrapping around my calves.

Honestly I looked like I was getting ready for a date, and not for school. I just knew that my Sammy would love how I looked! I looked at my iPhone and it was seven 'thirty-five. He needs to hurry up! I don't want to be too late! (Though it didn't really matter...) I could simply buy my way out of detention!

Anyways, I was trying to get my hair fixed into a style similar to the one that Jessica Simpson wore to the Grammy awards. I totally wanted to steal that Versace dress off of her! Anyways, like I was saying...I was pacing my two bedrooms and bathroom like crazy. I finally grew too impatient and texted him asking:

"Where the hell are you Sam?"These thoughts crossed my mind as I waited for him in my dad's living room. I say my dad's because my mother and father divorced right around the time I was turning eleven. My mother always griped that he spent more time in his laboratory than he ever did with her.

I was living with my mother when disaster struck. While my mother just dropped me off for the weekend to spend time with my dad. She was driving while on her cell talking to my dad (heaven knows what about) and she hung up on him after he retorted with a really smart comeback...About five minutes later her red 95' Corvette was completely obliterated by a sleeping driver of a Semi.

I don't think my father has truly gotten over her death; or her, for that matter. Every three days he visits her grave and talks to her for several hours. (To help pay back all of the time that he lost with her is my best guess.) We weren't that rich back then. We were barely able to afford our house payments. But little did we know that my mother came from a wealthy background, and albeit my parents were divorced? She left my father Forty point five, MILLION DOLLARS that neither of us knew she had.

Her excuse in the will was, "She just wanted to live a normal life." Nothing more. You don't even want to know how much money we received from her life insurance policy. My father always worked after that, he invested in his own business and started paying people to be his test subjects. So though he could spend time with me now, seldom does he ever. He just hands me wads of cash to ease the pain.

I mean yes I can understand how distraught my father still is about my mom's death. But all the time that he spends with her could be split in half to spend time with me. But it's whatever! I don't care as long as I get what I want!