Here are the rules :
1. Never forget it's all fake
2. Never drink the parties punch
3. Never forget a decoy water bottle for when the teacher smells it
4. Never forget rule #3 when filling bottles with vodka
5. Never let them get to you
6. Neve...
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I widened my eye and brought the false lashes closer and closer. Finally, they adhered to my lash line without difficulty. Looking at the time I swore seeing I was already 20 minutes late to school.
I guess being late is part of my new identity as well.
I made sure my hair was pin straight, not a single one of my natural waves to be found. Carefully, I brushed it up into a taunt high-ponytail.
I gazed at myself in the mirror. My eyeliner was winged, my eyelashes were applied and my bright red lipstick was on. Everything was perfect.
I adjusted my red tube top, and high waisted shorts before stepping into my strappy low-heeled sandals. Sliding a pair of big Dior sunglasses onto my forehead, I tucked my school books into my newly bought Coach purse.
One perk of having a mother who also happened to be the CEO of one if the top advertising companies in the world was that apologies came with a signed check.
I'd never felt the need to exploit my wealth. Until now.
"Easy S" was going to be who every girl wished she was and who every guy wished he had, no matter the sexual orientation or gender.
Opening my garage I grabbed the keys to my mothers Audi, instead of the Ford I had saved up to buy myself.
Turning on the stereo I tapped my new acrylic nails to the beat of the music, trying to ignore the churning feeling in my stomach.
As I pulled in I plastered on a smirk and slid my sunglasses over my eyes.
Stepping out into the San Diego heat I mastered the seductive walk I had been practicing in my bedroom hours before.
I walked into the office, looking at the receptionist through my glasses.
She widened her eyes giving me one look up and down.
"Head right into the Vice Principals office for your schedule." She said sweetly.
Giving a saccharine sweet laugh as I pushed the glasses back up onto my head and cleared my throat.
"Mrs Clement, I only need a late pass, not a schedule." I replied, a smirk on my lips.
"Oh! Uh, Samantha! I didn't recognize you for a second there." She said, laughing awkwardly before scribbling down a signature and time on the late pass quickly.
Picking it up, I gave her one last smile before turning on my heel.
Walking through the hallway, doubt began to creep into me.
Look at yourself! This isn't going to work! Everyone will laugh, No one will look at you any different. You're going to be a laughing stock!
