Never Be Alone

Tiffany Brook's Meeting

Your Life Meeting

          "So, I'm Tiffany Brook. My dad owns Brook Records while my mom is the famous super model: Hope Brook. I inherited my mom's looks and my dad's charisma, though I'm shy.
          "Junior year of Hollywood High is coming soon and I'm fearfull of it. All throughout middle school, I was bullied for various things, like my hair, body type, and even for my nose. Like, what's wrong with my nose?  
          "During Freshmen and Sophmore year, there was actually no bulling. But anything could change.
Anyways, I just really wanted to be accepted in my school, but I don't know how to." I introduced myself in a council thing that my mom made me go to.
          A chorus of voices said hello to me after I sat down. Vincent Dory, our gudiance counciler, looked at me intently. "So, Tiff - can I call you Tiff?" I nodded yes and he continued. "When you say - accepted - do you mean like, to change yourself to be accepted or keep yourself and your peers accept you for how you are?"
          My face started to heat up with all the attention I get, like always. "Um-uh-eh-" I stuttered. "I was going to change myself." I looked at my shoes. They were once pure white converse, but now they are smudged with mud and grass stains.
Vincent narrowed his eyes and tilted his head a bit. "What's wrong with being yourself?"
          "Nothing. Its just-" Vincent interrupted me.
          "So why change?" He looks around the room which only had 5 people including me, and if you include Mr. Dory, only six people sat in the circle. "Why change for other people when you can change their minds?" Vincent stands up.
          My face was tomato red with embarrassment. Vincent went to the chalk board and wrote something down with a bright green chalk. "Your assignment this week is to write a paper on your feelings about why you want to change or not. Council dissmissed."
          "Bye Tiffany, see you tomorrow." Steph Loubreg waved. He was the heir of Loubreg Metal, a company that makes solar pannels for households, factories, and stores.
          The three others were Mickey Douglas, Sara McGrethy, and Philp King.
          Mickey Douglas's family were all models and he certianly got the traits. His dark brown hair and eyes were both captivating like his bright white smile.
          Sara McGrethy has beautiful long blonde hair with equally beautiful paleish skin. Her mom and dad are as famous as the actress Angelina Jolie. Sara was also a rising star, but only premiereing in commercials during school.
          Philp King's family has chains of hotels, motels, and fancy restaurants. His black hair and tan skin hinted at his Hispanic heritage.
          I started to pick up my purse when Vincent called me over. "Yeah, Mr. Dory?"
          He titled his head. "Tiff, call me Vincent." He put his head straight up again. "Do you know why I asked you to come here after everybody left?"
           I shifted nervously and put my purse on my shoulder. "N-No." I stuttered.
          "I just wanted to tell you that - you are beautiful just the way you are. So please don't do anything - bad." Vincent gives me a small smile.
          "Um. Thank you." My face had gone back to its paleish complexion so it was noticeable when I blushed because I don't get complimented everyday. I nod and turned around to exit.
          "Don't forget to smile." Vincent chuckled. I grinned at his remark as I left the room.

          The group of four waited out side the building. "Hey," it was Philp. "You wanna join us for some ice cream?" His charming smile broke through.
          "Well," I say. "I have nothing better to do." I give a smile.
         The group cheered. "Yes," says Steph, his dirty blonde hair blew slightly in the breeze. "We can all get to know each other better." We all chuckle and walked to Cathy's, the popular ice cream shop here in the neighborhood.
         I felt out of place, but in the right group at the same time. "Wow, it's hot out." Sara fanned her face with her hand.
          Everybody in the group agreed. Mickey turns his cute face towards me. "So Tiffany, do you think its hot out?"
          To me, it was pretty cool. I thought back to Vincent's words back at the meeting. "I-uh- actually think its pretty nice out."
          Mickey shrugs his shoulders and takes a deep breath. "Huh, you know if you just relax, it does feels really nice." Sara, Philp, and Steph all take a deep breath and let it go.

          "Wow," Sara's eyes widened. "You must feel cool all the time because you're so relaxed."

At Cathy's-

          "Mmm, I miss eating this ice cream." Philp slurp up his swirled ice cream. "You know," Philp was talking to me. "I love chocolate. I love vanilla. So this twisted ice cream is the best." He chuckles with a sparkles in his eyes.
          "I personally think that this rootbeer flavored one is the bomb." Sara laughs. Caffeine should be restricted to these guys. Well, at least for Sara. The group burst into laughter; I just nodded my head in agreement. Nevermind, all of them needs to be restricted.
          "Well, I like the blue goo." Steph bulges his eyes out and takes a big bite which he quickly sallows. "Holy crap, I shouldn't have done that." He wooted. Again, the table burst into laughter -this time - including me.
          It was now Mickey's turn to tell the group what his favorite ice cream was. "Well, I like mint chip. My mom always got it when I was younger."
          "O.M.G. So did my mom, but I always prefered rootbeer when we go to the ice cream parlors." Sara took a small bite of her favorite ice cream and giggled.
          The group started talking about what their parents would get for ice cream in the past. I just sat there quietly nodded my head in agreement and eating my favorite ice cream: Oreo.
          I wonder how come no one asked about my favorite ice cream. Yeah, they just put it out there, but I'm shy and-- The room grows quiet which makes me snap out of thoughts. All heads were turned at the door, I had a clear view so I didn't have to turn or anything.
          "Who is she?" I let the question pop out of my mouth. Sara turned to me wide eyed.
          "You mean you don't know her? She's Della Kello's daughter." Sara whispers; I guess I still had a blank stare because Sara's eyes got even wider. "Della Kello - model, fashion designer, filthy rich - Oh God, please oh Heavenly Father, please tell me that she is just faking this confusement or that she has a major brain fart!" Sara sent up a little prayer.
          "Sorry," I whispered back. "I still don't know who she is." I racked my brain to see if I did had a brain fart. Nope. Na-da. Nothing. I had no clue who she is. "Is she new at Hollywod High?"
          Mickey answered before Sara could. "Technically, yes. She's Veronica Kello." Some other people follow her in. "That brown haired dude is Zac Therhuff. Veronica and Zac are dating." I look at the "brown haired dude". He was sort of cute, probaly a real jerk and annoying as heck.
          I took a bite of my ice cream. "So," I whisper because everyone is still gawking at the two people who came in. "Who is Zac Therhuff?"
Mickey's eyes widen. "You mean you - nevermind." The model shook his head and continued. "Zac Therhuff is a model, singer, and actor. It's hard to belive that you never heard of him."
          I give a nervous chuckle. "Well, I highly doubt you heard of me before the meeting." I stirred my ice cream a bit.
          "Are you kidding me? Your mom and dad are always on the news - always talking about you! Everyone knows you." Mickey combs his hair with his fingers as he continues to whisper. "You are like Angelina Jolie famous here at Hollywood High! Well, its kept hush-hush because you are shy-ish and when we watch interviews of you, you said you didn't like all the attention."
          "That's a bit -" Creepy! "Weird." I give a small smile.
          Mickey was about to say something else when an other dude walks in. It was no other than Shawn Mendes. And of course at that time, I took a bite of ice cream. I started to cough, but managed to sallow it.
          All eyes are on me, including Shawn's, Zac's, and Veronica's. "You all right?" My heart stopped when I connected the voice to the face, it was Shawn's.
          I cleared my throat as my face turned into a light shade of pink. "Yeah, I'm fine." All the eyes went away and everything was back to normal like before the three entered.
I picked up my purse and ice cream, said thank you to Mickey and everyone else in the group and started to leave. I was looking down and I guess Shawn was too because both of our ice cream spilled on each other.
Shoot! What I am going to do?

End of Chapter One

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