Guccifying Alexa

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Beep beep. Beep beep.

I slammed the alarm clock.

I get up yawning and a part of me wishing I skip school.

“Holly!”

“Holly! Wake up!”

“I  am up, Mom. No need to yell.”

I roll my eyes and throw away the sheets.

I do the daily routine. Brush my teeth. Take a bath. Wash my hair. Blowdry my hair. Change into good clothes. Style my hair. Put on accessories. Put on my converse. Go downstairs.

“Morning. Dad.” I say cheerily.

“I was afraid you would sleep off the first day of school.”

“Its not my first day.” I roll my eyes. I roll my eyes so much that Dad says…’I have a theory that if you roll your eyes as much as my daughter A does, they will, one day be stuck and you wouldn’t be a ble to roll them down again.’

“But it is your first day as a Junior. And I wish you all the luck in the world.”

“And why is tha….”

“Breakfast is ready.” I get cut off by my Mom.

Dad puts down the newspaper and I notice he has a navy blue shirt on with stone pants and a matching tie and coat.

One sentence.

He is in Sales.

“Chocolate chip pancakes. Yumm…..” I served myself four pancakes and a load of chocolate sauce.

What? I have a fetish for chocolate. Don’t judge.

“ Someone wants their Dearie to have a good day.”

“Thanks, Mom.” I say with my mouth filled.

After breakfast, I run out the front door, grabbing my bag from the living room where I kept it while talking to Dad and also manage to grab my car keys hanging right next to the door.

I drive to the right towards school and Dad drives to the left towards his office. My parent thought it would be best if they gifted me a good car on my 16th birthday rather than making me drive the school bus till I was an adult. My car is good. Its worth increases when I think about the stinky, yellow, school bus.

Speaking of my car……

You know a great deal about people by the cars they drive.

There are the ‘Bro Cars’ driven by football playing and hormone-crazed jocks. Jeeps and bigger cars.

There are the “Hoe Cars’ which, as the name suggests, are driven by the peppy cheerleaders who are the girlfriends of the jerk jocks. Beetles and other tiny , supposedly cute cars, often pink.

‘Eco-friendly Cars’ are driven by the geeks who can afford them. Not to sound racist but they are also the ‘Asian Cars’

King of cars. ‘Sports Cars’ driven by people of refined taste and extremely highclass. High maintenance and high performance.

And then there’s my car……

When a Car Dealer looks at it, he will probably forget the names of all the cars in the world. It’s a cross….. something between a Hummer and a …..car?

Idk.

As long as I don’t have to run everywhere.

It’s a sunny day today and I am wearing all black. A Black Tee and black skinny jeans sound Goth but I come without the heavy eye make-up and the plastic bracelets.

Speaking of plastic….

I look at the very front of the lot.

And right there, glazed in pink, stood the Bimbo group. Their leader. The Queen Bimbo

……..

Mom and Dad are gone for a day and I already messed up my day.

Groaning, I get off the bed and run to the bathroom.

After a quick shower, I put on anything and everything I could grab a hold of. My hair are in a messy bun and I could care least about curling and blow-drying. I rush downstairs , grab my bag and my keys and rush out the door.As soon as I back my car wildly into the road, I am almost hit by a car in full speed.

With my mouth agape, I curse under my breath.

I speed after him even though he’s long gone. Thinking he’s going to my school is pretty long shot.

I had to park away a mile from the school gate since all the car spots were taken. Just my luck. I sprinted towards school.

“God, please, help me dodge a teacher.” I mumbled.

“Please, God.”

“Going somewhere, Miss?”

I turn around terror-struck.

It had to be her.

God, it had to be her.

This time I cursed out loud.