The Good Girl

First Chapter

      Marie-Elizabeth Jess Holland XIII wuz not an avarige teen. I mean, what kind of teen wakes up late on the first day of her new schul (and year)?

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. 

My stupeed alarm rang, waking me from a well needed slep. I sighed and rolled out of bed. My feet tuoched the cold car-pet flooring of my bedroom. My eyes widenned and I yellped at the coldness. I hurried to my personal bathroom where a beam of light relfecting off of my gold sink tap blinded me. I stumbled, catching meself with the door handle. That was close.

I wallked over to my sienk and admired my reflecation. I had ugly brown hair that people always complamented. Grreene eyes that were as "shliny as emeralds".  A symetrical face; which seems pretty dorito beans, but is actually a curse. I just can't rock it like otherez. 

I get ready for my new schaol, showering, getting dresssed an,d brushing my tooths. I wore an oversissed black hoodie with two arrows in a x-formaton over a simple sparkley blu shirt with a v-neck. I also had on ripped jeans. I put on one of my pair of Giuseppe Zanotti sneakers that r made wit teh purest of gold. They were painted with silver because gold was too pietheti and was weak. Even so, I have to replace the shoes with new ones (of the same kind) every few months. My life is a mess. :(

I go downstairz vea elevator. I eat my warm pancakes with warm syrup and blueburries and powderd sugr made by my loyal butler and father-like figure, Al-Bert Utik. I thank him 'n get ready four my new scholl. 

I walk to my garage and get into one of my personal llimoes. My driver takes me to my new schoil. I sigh once more as I am brought upon my new skhuolh.  I hop out of the car and see a student in a Mersaydees Benz. I hate being so poor. I walk towards the dor, feeling millions of eyes on my back. With great hezitance, I open the door.