I woke up, hearing my alarm song ‘She looks so Perfect by 5 Seconds of Summer.’ Damn, Luke Hemmings’ voice is so hot. I groaned and pressed the alarm off. I checked the clock, 6:30 AM. I rubbed my eyes then stood up. I grabbed my phone, speaker and towel. Hey, I can’t shower without music. Weird, I know. I opened my phone and pressed ‘Music’ then ‘Play All’. I placed my phone on the dry sink, then hurried to the bathroom. After taking a shower, I brushed my teeth then picked my usual clothes.
I was wearing a long sleeved light blue polo, folded into three-fourths, since it was too big, I tucked it on my black skinny jeans making it puffy. I grabbed my favorite leather jacket and my leather black Converse shoes. Now for my hair, I let it on a loose bun then I put a little bit powder then lip gloss for my face. I like my style simple. Unlike those girls in school, wearing too much make up to impress boys and think they’re cute. I think boys would be horrified instead being attracted to them. They look like clowns. I tell you, clowns.
I grabbed my bag then went downstairs. As usual, my parents aren’t home. Mabye they’re in London or Italy right now. I shrugged and went to the kitchen. I just made my favourite sandwich, Nutella sandwich. I shove it into my mouth. I grabbed my house keys, went straight to the door. I locked the door and exactly on time, a red Porsche was parked in front of our house.
“Yo! Al! Come on!” Chelsea said, waving. When we met, ever since she knew that my parents are traveling around the world and just sending me money for my needs, she told me she’ll always drive me to school and I was glad. Ever since then, we were best friends.
I ran to her car, opening the door then went in.
“Uh, Chel. Can I ask something?” I asked, nervously.
“If you’re talking about the homework in History, my homework is in the bag at the back. And no need to thank me, hun.” She winked. My eyes started to widen. She knew me too well. I grinned then grabbed her bag at the back.
“You’re the best, Chel. Now this is why I love you so much, bes.”
She smirked then started the engine. “I know. I love me too.”
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Here I am in the school hallway as always. Apparently, second period has ended and I’m lazy to eat during break time. Ever since the fight between me and Patricia, people are staring and whispering about me. I don’t care what people say about me. Suddenly, I remembered what I did to that nerd dude. I mean, I’m not actually a badass, I was pissed. Pissed because what Patricia did and ruined my sweet reputation. I sighed and looked for my locker. I don’t know but I always forget where it is. Number 56.. 56..56.. Ah there it is. I opened it then noticed a paper. I opened it then read it out loud.
‘Hey Ali, can we talk about us and what happened with you and Patricia? Meet me after school
-Harry xoxo’
I snorted. “xoxo? Yeah right, jerk.”
He knew that from the start that I didn’t want us, dating. But he spread a rumor that we’re dating. Ugh!
“Hey, Al!” I noticed Chelsea came into the picture, smiling at me.
“You’ve never guess what happened.” I looked at her, bored.
“Let me guess, Daniel asked you out and now you’re officially dating.”
She faked gasp. “Oh My God. How did you…?”
“Does it look like I’m not updated with your life, Chels?” I said, annoyed.
She just stared at me. “Yup. You look like you wanna hit someone.”
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Good Girl Gone Bad
Genç KurguMeet Alison Farrehgram. Welter High's (used to be) good girl. She does her homework, Aces all her quizzes and have good grades, but her parents never cared. All they do is travel around the world. She never had a good reputation on social life. She...
