My Version of Happily Ever After

Chapter 1

          Most teen girls dream of meeting their Prince Charming. Blond hair, brown hair, blue eyes, green eyes. As long as they're in love.  Then they have a big, beautiful wedding, and kids soon after. Also involved in the package is a Monday to Friday, 9-5 office job, an immense house, fast car and quiet suburban life. Not me though. 

     My happily ever after is living on a farm with rolling hills, horses in training, lots of sore muscles and sweat. Yes. Very romantic, I know. I want to run a training center, and rescue abused horses. In ten years, I see myself with a degree in business, and either working in an apprenticeship at some other rescue or stable, or starting up my own. "Reindrop Rescue". What do you think? I mean, I want to do some natural stuff, round pen-okay I'm rambling again. Oops.    

   So anyway, I should probably tell you a little bit about me. My name's Alexandra Melissa Miller, and I'm 16. I'm Christian, I LOVE FOOD! I live in Clinton, Ontario- a super-small town near the Great Lakes. And yes, that is in Canada. No, I don't live in an igloo. No, I've never seen a polar bear other than in a zoo. Ugh. I HATE when people ask me that from other countries. If you couldn't tell yet, I'm just a tad sarcastic, incredibly stubborn, and ooooh how do I put this? Strong-willed. I've been riding since I was four, since my aunt owns a few older horses.  Ummm, my favorite colours turquoise,   geez I despise having to talk about myself. You just kinda have to  know me. I mean, I can be uber-sweet and shy and quiet when I want to. Ok you know what, let's just start and get past this awkward little piece here....

*********************************************************************         "Unnnnnnmmoooooooopppppp." I moan into my pillow. "Turn off the lights!" I close my eyes and throw a look at whoever's trying to remove me from my warm, cozy bed. "No, actually you aren't. Get up, it's the first day back. I'm making pancakes, but it's 7:30 and you need to hurry!" 7:30?! I completely forgot today was the first day back to prison (A.K.A. school) after Christmas break. I fall out of bed, my lavender duvet wrapped around my legs. I sigh as Mom leaves my room. I look longingly back at my inviting bed, but I seriously need to pick out what to wear, shower, and get ready. 

        I am not a fancy rich girl,  wearing short skirts and crop tops. I try and find things that are both cute and comfortable. Like leggings and a hoodie. My everyday, go-to. If you're lucky I'll wear jeans and a long sleeved shirt. I'm not trying to impress anyone. I have my friends, (love 'em) and I don't want a boyfriend. As well, I don't think anyone measures up to my impossibly high standards. I grab a pair of grey leggings and a new black and pink hoodie I got for Christmas. IT'S SO SOFT! I love it. I zombie-walk into the bathroom, hoping a hot shower will get me moving. 

        The shower snaps me out of my daze, and I wolf down a blueberry pancake before running back upstairs to my room. I dry my long, straight brown hair at the same time as I brush my teeth. I slap on some foundation and mascara and yank a brush through my hair, grab my bag and I'm ready. Only one minute late too. "I'll be in the car Dad!" I call over my shoulder. This always happens, but I somehow always make it into the class on time.

           AP English, 8:45 A.M.

    "Good morning, class! I hope you all had a wonderful break!" chirps Mrs. Forde, my  English teacher. Yeah, well not long enough, that's for sure.  I mutter under my breath. I'm not exactly a teacher's pet, but okay this sounds like I'm bragging, I'm smart and know how to deal with adults. So I can talk my way out of the few situations where I'm actually caught doing something. I roll my eyes but plaster a smile on my face. "Oh, and we have a student transferring into this class for the rest of the term. Please be welcoming to him, and I know a few of you already know him.  Julian, come on in!" Oh, please no. Don't do this. Ugh.

     So yes. I am a Christian. But if I haven't said my opinion on stereotypes yet, I think they're stupid. Because even though I'm a Christian, I am also called a savage. By a lot of people. From many, many different times. Let's just say I've turned down almost every slow dance, date, or help of any sort, and if any one crosses me, I'll be sure to let them know what I think of it. Or my friends. And Julian and I  have gone to school together since elementary, and fight like cats and dogs. 

          Julian Xavier Wes is a pain. He's stubborn, rude, bold, and completely aware of his amazing looks. Yes, I know. But he has sapphire blue eyes, thick coffee-colored hair with just a slight wave to it, and a chiseled square jaw. Although since I feel nothing when I look into those eyes, he and I go at it. I'm not sure how  he got into an AP class, but it doesn't look like a joke. I'm stuck with him. And since my friend, Liz has strep throat, there's only one empty seat in the class. Just my luck. I glare at him as I move my binder. Other guys shout and high-five him and girls flip their hair and look at one another as he saunters down to the seat beside me. LIZ- WHERE ARE YOU NOW THAT I NEED YOU????

      "Hey beautiful," He starts. I roll my eyes. He knows exactly how I feel about him ,and he feels the same, we just provoke each other in different ways. "How'd you get in an AP class?" I whisper back. After junior high, we haven't talked. Ever. We belonged to different friend circles, his being more "bad-boy". I slide my gaze over him. Maybe possibly looking for a fault to use against him before he finds one on me. "Ah, you like what ya see? I know ya want some of this." He waves to himself cockily. I make a face. "In your dre-ams!"I hiss back. 

            "Alexandra, Julien! Do I need to speak to you two after class? I understand this is the first day back after the break but we are in school today and I expect you to work hard! Do you understand me?" Mrs. Forde's sharp, no-nonsense voice cuts through the air. Shoot. I smile. "Yes, Mrs. Forde. I was just welcoming Julien to the class." I say sweetly. Was that overkill? I hold my breath. I will not be spending my afternoon with him in the cafeteria. 

       Phew. She continues with whatever she was doing before. I look back over at Julien. Okay, okay. I'll admit it. It's kind of obvious that he's been working out. His biceps bulge out of his long-sleeved Hollister shirt, and his chest looks harder. His facial features are more defined, his blue eyes looking bluer. But I couldn't find anything to use against him. I let out a small sigh and mentally prepare myself for a gruelling two months. 

Starter Cast:

Alexandra: Emma Watson

Julien: Matt Lanter

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A/N: Ok, so normally these are uber-boring so I'll try not to make it like the others. Anyway, this is my first try at writing anything like this so I'll give it a shot! Have a great day everyone! 

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