Reflection (magcon)

Chapter 1

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Dior's POV

*Riiiiing* *Riiiiiiiing*

My eyes fluttered opened to the sound of my stupid alarm clock. The blur in my eyes slowly faded as I glanced around. Is it already Monday? Rubbing my eyes I kept patting my side table for my phone. The notifications brightened my semi sad that its Monday brain. One notification stood out and it was a text message from Emerald.

"You awake? IF you just woke up, get your ass out of bed and get ready, I'm picking you up in an hour,"

My eyes bulged out of the sockets, oh thank god, it was sent four minutes ago. I picked up my drained body from last nights My little pony marathon and popped out of my bed. Moving directly to the bathroom, I did what I consistently did every morning like as to brush my teeth, wash my face, brush my hair and do the deed. I turned the lights off and as I walked out of the bathroom and into my room. The feeling of grogginess pulled my body to stumble in the room. I plugged my curling iron in and opened the door to my walk-in closet. Scanning my clothes and shoes, I finally chose a decent outfit.

As I finished putting everything on, I went back to my now hot curling iron and curled my hair into waves. Looking at my reflection a loud horn from outside alarmed me, peeking from a window I saw Emerald's silver Audi. I smiled, how can this girl ever be late, she's always so early in school. I spritz some perfume in the air and shimmied through it before I grabbed my backpack and turning the light off. Rushing down the stairs I opened the door and closing it in the process. I jogged to her car and hopped in.

"What took you so long?"

"Slept in,"

Emerald nodded while putting her shades on, she started the car.

"Hey do you think we can be total white girls and drive by Starbucks to catch some breakfast? I'm hungry,"

"Is that even a question." she smirked going the opposite direction of the school.

We unbuckled our seat belts and jumped out of the car.

The curly haired brunette asked our orded

"cheddar and sausage muffin and bacon and egg muffin , with 2 strawberry smoothies," i told her, while we were waiting in line.

I checked my phone, trying to kill the time.

"Will that be all?" the barista said in a monotoned voice.

We nodded

"name?

"Judy," Emerald answered.

I gave her a weird look, well its Emerald.

The barista wrote "Judy" on Emerald's empty cup. I gave her a nudge and went to an empty seat outside. Waiting, I decided to re-check my phone, but it didn't last long before the creaking sound of a chair being pulled made me look up. Yay! My breakfast. I set my phone on the grid style table and I started to scavenge my breakfast down. I was stopped when

"Hey, do you think I can come and chill in your house to day? I haven't been there for ages,"

"Uh...um not today. Because um, like its really..uh messy! Yes messy in our house at the moment."

"I honestly don't care,"

"You just can't,"

"Dior..is there something wrong," she asked slowly

"no. " i answered bluntly while picking my phone up from the table.

"cmon, its almost time for school," I reminded, walking away.

She ran to catch up with me, clicking a button to unlock the car. I climbed in, not bothering to buckle my seat belt since the school is pretty close.

I laid my head on the car, and relaxed to the sound of the engine.

As the repetitive sound of the car engine stopped, I looked up to see my school. Looking at Emerald, I noticed she was picking up her black bag and opening the door, repeating her actions I climbed out of the car. And walked to the dingy old school, that I personally call hell.

Emerald's POV

I swear something's wrong with Dior. I shrugged it off and continued to walk with her to school. She opened the doubled doors letting both of us in. As the doors closed with a bang, all eyes were on us. Eyes filled with fear, envy, anger, adoration, lust, but one girl stood out, must have been new. Brunette, Short mini skirt, caked makeup, tank top.

What the fuck, is this damn girl wearing high heels..in school?!?! One word popped in my head, it might as well have lights all around it, it was the word called slut. I never like labeling people by their expression of things but, this was different. I felt like it was her job to fuck any guy here.

"So, she said I've been eating a lot lately so- wait why is it so quiet," she babbled, the disgusting smacking sound her gum make every time she talked.

She looked at us, disgusted. Might have been that we weren't wearing bubblegum pink off of the whole Sephora counter.

She whispered to her friend who I recognized from my english class.

"Who are the ugly witches,"

Dior smirked at me, while I nodded. She walked to the barbie and slammed the locker like she was just leaning on it. The girl flinched.

"Sorry, couldn't catch that, what is it," she asked fakely

If I was in this bitch's position right now I'll be scared.

"First. ugly. Second. witches,"

"Oh right!" Dior said, almost fooling me, she was excited.

She grabbed a fistful of the girl's rats nets of a hair, and opened the locker. Dior threw her hair in and slammed the locker shut.

"First. don't. Second. ever. Third. make. Fourth. her. fifth. do. sixth. something. seventh. worse," I whispered in the girls ear to scare her.

"Eight. bitch," Dior said happily

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Dior's POV

Everyone slowly started giving us props for what happened, I guess you could say I was proud of it, but we could have handled it a bit more maturely, but that clearly didn't happen.

Now its a slow and heavy walk to the principals office, hand in hand Emerald and I's footsteps were loud and vibrant.

This bad ass image has landed us to the same room countless amount of times, and the same heavy feeling in our stomachs reminded us that the same lectures will be thrown at us but this time it wont be easy.

Emerald looked at me, I nodded

She opened the door and we slowly walked in. The butterflies pulled up into the pit of my stomach.

Mr. timmers looked at us with the familiar annoyed and flustered look he gives the students whenever they're sent to his office.

"Um. Hey Frank,"

"Dior, you address me as Mr. Timers,"

"I guess you both know why your in here,"

We both nodded and shrugged keeping it cool, but in the inside we were petrified.

"Why do you both do this? You girls are one of the sweetest, kindest girls in this school, yet you always go beyond the limits onto keeping this bad girl image,"

"Well, its gone through the line, the school board have talked about it and we accepted the fact that maybe a new fresh start would be better for you,"

I snickered "Mr. Timmers.....were not moving to a new school,"

"I'm afraid you two don't have a choice,"

"Actually, it might not be that bad Dior,"

"Whatever, lets go,"

"Not today, you start tomorrow,"

"k,"

I hope Emerald was right.