Life in Miss Popular's Shoes

Chapter 1 - The White Letter that would Change my Life

Hey Shooting Starts! I'm completely new to this whole Wattpad stuff so please bear with me since this is my first story :) I hope you guys enjoy it!

This is going to be a totally made up triangle chick flick story so keep reading!

Also I am very open to ideas you guys have for me to put into my story! :D

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As I woke up to the sound of birds chirping their cheerful tunes and the trees brushing against each other delicately, I stretched my 5' 6" body so that all my muscles could breathe after a long night of tossing and turning around in my bed sheets making me a human burrito in all my sheets.

When I extricated myself from all my cream colored blankets, I made my way to my marble bathroom where I washed my face. When I was done washing my face, I looked up at the mirror with water still dripping from my face. I was staring at a girl with a very messy hairdo (someone could have mistaken my hair for a bird's nest).

My hair would usually look like beach wave curls of chocolate brown that flowed a little above my butt.

My double eyelids appeared very strong and my lips fairly thin with the shade of rose as my natural pigment. I stared into my royal blue eyes through my reflection which was a memorandum about the water on my face, so I quickly grabbed the fuzzy lime green towel by my sink and patted my face free from water.

After I washed my face and put on some shorts (because I only sleep with a tank top and my underwear) I ran down to the kitchen because my stomach was sending me death signals like, "Shay Rodgers, if you don't feed me something, I will give you the worse cramps ever!" I promise you I have the biggest appetite ever (sometimes even bigger than my brother Dan!) and my stomach has a mind of it's own... One day it is going to haunt me...

Anyways, I ran down our tiny staircase to the kitchen and grabbed a Raisin Cinnamon bagel and then made my favorite breakfast, which was fresh oven baked granola with vanilla yogurt. As I sat down on our wooden stool by the window with a built in mini table, (which was my favorite place to eat) I stared out into our expansive landscape of nothing but lush green grass with a river flowing from the mountain top down to over the hill of where our house stood.

Flowers of all types outlined the skirts of the river with Tulips, Daisies, Roses, Lady's Slippers, you name it! My mom was a huge fan of flowers. It's like the gods of flowers possessed her with that hobby.

This extraordinary view I was witnessing and have been for the past 17 years, I never imagined leaving it. Until... I saw my mother with a white letter containing the address from California as the sender on the front which would change my life... Forever...

But before I elaborate more on the letter, let me tell you what life was here living in Italy.

I was brought to Italy when I was about 1 years old and I have been living in Florence for about 16 years now. I live on a grassy green hill in the far far country, I doubt that even CSI can find me! I am home school so I don't have social skills at all and plus, I don't have a phone or something called bodybook? No wait, is it facepad?

Ugh anyways, as you can tell, the world doesn't even know that I, Shay Rodgers, exist in a world called earth. It's sad but I don't know Italian, but I know the language French better because my mom is french and my dad is American, but he passed away when I was young so I have no memories with him. But my mom always says that he really wanted to walk me down the aisle of my wedding.

My brother Dan who is 3 years older than me is completely opposite of me. He is outgoing, smart, handsome, has hazel eyes, and has golden blonde hair that has a slight wave to it. He is 6' and goes to school at the university that is about an hour away from home, so he is in the dorms and I rarely have time to see him which is sad. We only see each other for my, his, or mom's birthdays and holidays of course (except for Halloween, he really hates that holiday because he hates pumpkins... Ridiculous, I know).

Now for my mom, she was a bubbly and feisty woman at times. She was a fairly short and skinny yet curvy which I am so envious about. She has medium blonde hair that is dead straight.

(But you would never realize that because her hair is ALWAYS in a bun with 2 chopsticks supporting her bun).

I have to say honestly that I feel like my mom secretly wishes she was asian because she absolutely adores black hair. One time she tried to dye her hair black and I have got to say... there is a reason why God gives people their natural hair colors when they're born because my mother simply couldn't pull it off.

Sorry to break it to you mom.

"Good morning Buttercup!" (She calls me a different flower for different mood swings she is in, and Buttercup is usualy used when there is a big problem swimming in her brain. That's when I knew this would be serious).She came from her bedroom with a cherry blossom silk robe on and the same bun with the same black chopsticks in her hair.

"Uh oh... What now mom?"

"Welll, this may seem absurd to you but hear me out."

I let out a big sigh cause I had a gut feeling I knew where this would be heading. But nevertheless, I nodded my head to listen to the whole story.

"I know I have never had the chance to take you outside of Europe because of financial problems but... I have a solution to let you experience that for the first time!"

By now, I was in a mixture of feeling happy but also scared because I like my life of being alone with my brother and mom and studying in my room alone with no attention on me or worrying about what others think of me.

"I got a letter from a high school in California called Sun Cove High and they have recognized your inteligence and are willing to pay for your tuition for one year with free lodging! This is like a prayer answered Tulip!"

(She calls me Tulip when she gets excited or when she is trying to persuade me)

After a good solid minute of sheer silence, I could tell my mom was just anticipating for me to open my mouth and be gungho about this. However... I was more scared then excited.

"Look, Tulip" my mom said with a sweet soft voice making me feel less uneasy.

"Just experience this for ONE year, after that, if you don't enjoy it, you can just come back home till college. Plus, you should enjoy your junior year in high school because you are young, PARTY IT UP GIRL! This is a once in a life time chance!"

The last sentence was ringing in my head like a echo that wouldn't go away. Maybe it would be okay just for ONE year in the States. I mean... I can just go there and experience life in America quietly and not get into any trouble. All I need to do is simply go to school and come back to my apartment right after and repeat that till one year is up! Yes! Maybe that won't be too bad after all!

"Deal mom, I will go study in America!"

It can't hurt... Can it?

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Hey guys! I know this was a slow start but trust me, it will get better! Especially when she gets into America!

Tell me how it is so far and how i can improve my story so that it can be more interesting and fun to read! :D

Since i'm on summer break, I will probably be updating about twice a week ;)