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Looking in the mirror one word rings through my head: average. This word has always described my life and personality: brown hair, grey eyes, and an average body. Except for tonight, tonight I look different; tonight I no longer look average; tonight I look hot. I'm not a person you would normally find at a typical high school party with no adult supervision. I am known as the goody-goody, straight A, geeky girl who hides in the corner, craving the company of her books rather than those of her friends. Don't get me wrong, I love my friends, but sometimes books are better because they are drama and conflicts that cannot interfere with my life. I am not an outspoken and courageous girl; I chose to hide behind others and the covers of my books to protect myself from any emotional harm that comes my way. My parents are never home: traveling abroad for business, leaving my brother Jace and I alone at the house for up to three months at a time. Jace practically raised me, and I like it that way.
I'm wearing a short black, dress that cuts off mid-thigh; it hugs my body in all the right places; emphasizing my curves and the length of my legs. Thin silver Stilettos are on my feet, adding three inches to my short five foot four. My eyes are not overly done with layers of foundation and eyeliner, but lightly enhanced with the smoky look. Wavy brown hair cascades reaching the small of my back; I finally finished curling it to perfection not five minutes ago.
A knock on my door startles me; ripping my eyes from my reflection, I see my older brother Jace leaning in my door frame. At 17 he has girls drooling and draping themselves over
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him, having no respect for themselves. Unlike most teenage popular guys, Jace actually cares for the girls he dates. His dirty blonde hair he keeps swept towards his right temple, giving him the surfer-boy look; chocolate mocha eyes and a toned muscular body attract girls from all over. Try having to walk through the mall with him. Ak. Ward. Right now a baby blue American Eagle button-up shirt covers his chest while Abercrombie jeans hang on his waist. They actually do hang on his waist, not below his butt like those wannabe gang guys. "Serena, ready to go?"
"Yup, just a second, I have to go get my clutch." I run into my walk-in closet and snatch my black and silver sequined hand bag containing my phone, pepper spray, tissues, and, well, other girly needs. Running past Jace I grasp his hand and drag him down the staircase. "C'mon, let's go!" I chant.
"Wow, I have never seen you so excited for a party before. Come to think of it I don't think you have ever tagged along to one of my friend's parties before," he stated while looking thoughtfully into space.
"Don't hurt your self thinking to hard," I teased. "You know Tony will be there, that means I have to be there. Maybe tonight he will talk to me," I say bouncing in my seat. I jog around to the passenger side of our Porsche 911 Turbo. Our parents bought us this car as a birthday gift; they had missed both of our birthdays when they were in Japan. The upholstery was a deep, dark, depressing grey leather that I have been told accents my eyes. It was a rich, glossy red that glistened in the sun like fine wine. Jace's favorite part is the 500 horsepower and it can go 0-60 mph in 3.5 seconds. I myself could care less how fast it goes; it just is my favorite color! Even the stereo was a high-end technical touch screen that was also voice-activated. I think the material used for the stitching was imported from India and the leather was from
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Australia. The car had instantly made Jace and I popular at our school; Jace basked in his golden glory whereas I was constantly being used by other girls; all they wanted was Jace and I was always the lowly little sister who should never be acknowledged.
