-Alexandra's POV-
I can still remember the moment when my mom and dad won the election of Mr. and Ms. World. A week has passed after this, but I can still hear the roaring crowds and my parents hugging each other for happiness. Despite their happiness, I was lost in my world, and realized how little time I was going to spend time with my parents.
Well, if they are happy, I guess I will too. For the past couple of weeks, they have been in hyper mode, and blabbering on about their power over the world. I can't help but roll my eyes. Don't get me wrong: I'm proud that my parents are playing such a big role.
Still, one thing is bothering me. The fact that I have to transfer schools to LA because of their job. I don't want to end 12th grade like this: especially in a place with no friends and no social life. I couldn't help but sigh at the thought of being 'anti-social'. I wasn't that popular in my old school, to speak the truth. But at least I had a couple of good friends.
LA. The fact that we moved into a gigantic house is absolutely mesmerizing. And when I mean huge, I mean like mammoth style. We have 3 floors, a swimming pool and a garage with my Porsche in it. Let me repeat that again. MY Porsche.
I grumpily let out a sigh when I noticed I would be starting my new school tomorrow. I decided to wear a hoodie and sweatpants not to cause any attraction. I finger-crossed hoped that nobody will notice me as 'Princess Alexandra'. Shit, why am I thinking this? OF COURSE THEY FUCKING WILL. It's been over the news for the past few weeks.
When my mom saw my school outfit laid out, she just raised her eyebrow and started to nag about my choice of clothes. Yes, you might have already predicted this, but my mom's an absolute genius when she comes to fashion.
"Alexandra, you can't wear THAT. And you must start acting like a princess. I've bought you a whole shop of designer clothes. Why don't you wear them?" She nagged about it while I pretended to ignore her. She finally closed the door behind her but came back with an outfit matched out for me.
"You will wear this to school, Alexandra, or I'm taking those hoodies to the bin." I quickly reacted, just enough reaction for her to be smirking at me. Yep, she wins again.
"Fine, fine." I pout and stare at the outfit. It's not actually bad. It's simple but really beautiful. She's managed to get black jeans with a baggy shirt, and to conclude, a red beanie. She's even got me a silver watch and stripy socks. I had to admit it, this was legit shit. In a good way.
I'm a really organized person, so I get my black Gucci bag, and stuff my Mac, iPhone, and a couple of fresh new notebooks, with my pencil case and makeup bag. I get into my fluffy bunny pajamas and go under my duvet. I can't help but feel all jittery and nervous. Butterflies in my stomach. And it's first day of being FREAKING SENIOR. I try to push away the thought and go to sleep, trying to hide under the duvets.
(In the Morning)
"Alexandra, get your lazy ass down here now!" I could hear my dad shouting to me. He was my alarm clock. He does the every morning, and suprisingly, I wake up from his grumpy voices all the time.
"I'm coming!" I called back, just in case he might barge into my room while I'm naked. I need some privacy, I'm 17!
I took a quick shower, dried my hair and wore my outfit my mom had chosen for me. I quickly grabbed my Gucci bag, and went downstairs. I didn't get girls who take forever to get ready. It takes me 3 minutes.
I found mom sipping her black and deep coffee, and dad eating his toast while looking through the newspaper. I sat down in an empty seat, and looked through the window. I can't still believe we're living here. The swimming pool and the view, it's just utterly amazing. Full stop.
My mom handed me some baked beans, bacons and scrambled eggs, like usual. I poured myself some orange juice and ate delicately, just like my grandmother told me to, if I am a princess.
I was fine until breakfast, but when I got into my Porsche, I started to get those butterflies. They were swirling inside me, messing with my brain. I breathed in, and started the engine.
When I finally got to the entrance of the school, students started to stare at me. They whispered along and formed a group, but when I started to move the car, they quickly scattered so that I could park. I locked the car, and saw our school: Beverly Hills State High School. A new, fresh start.
I smiled to myself, and before I could even move, I was surrounded by a couple of boys and girls. Seeing that they all looked pretty much like straight-forward gorgeous, I predicted that they were the popular ones. I didn't want attention, and not this much. I want a quiet life, and before they figure out who I am, I better make a good impression.
I was about to walk out, when a muscular boy held my wrist and grabbed me. I was shocked. a), by the fact that he grabbed me, b) because he was so hot. HOTTER THAN TAYLOR LAUTNER. No way.
I didn't know I was checking him out, until he smirked at me. "Like what you see?" I furiously blushed and shook my head.
He wiggled his eyebrows, but kindly shook my hand. "My name's Jason Spencer. Welcome to Beverly Hills. What's your name?"
"I'm Alexandra Rose Hastings. And thanks." I was about to walk out because I could feel the entire school body's eyes on me.
Before I could even move, I heard gasping. "Isn't she Heiress of the World?" Someone out of the crowd shouted. Crap. Fuck them. It had been a wonderful start, and it's ruined.
I rolled my eyes. They were expecting to say something. I sighed. "Yeah, I am. Thanks for the person who pointed that out." I sarcastically shot them a reply back.
While everyone was surrounding me like an air bag, I saw the principal. He smiled a genuine smile, and shook hands with me.
"Welcome to Bevery High, Princess Alexandra."
