“Wake up, Dawn.” Our maid Kristen yelled.
I jumped out of bed and checked my hair to see if the curlers my step mother, Ella Noel, worked.
“Ouch!” I’d say when I pinched my finger, trying to remove this heck of a thing.
Finally, when “the struggle” was over, I saw the miracle. Not only did it not work, my hair’s all tangly and poofy like middle class girls’ hair should be! Yay!
I was so happy, I shuffled all the way to the bathroom.
“Dawn, comb your hair or Ella is going to scream. Please brush your teeth today. When was the last time you did it? 1776? And here’s your uniform.” Kristen handed it to me. I groaned in reply.
So after 30 minutes of taming my wild hair, getting goey yellow stuff off my teeth, and changing into a wretched uniform, I left the bathroom and went down into Entrance Hall.
“Dawn, get your bookbag. We don’t have time for breakfast!” My mom in her beige designer running shorts and tank top was searching through her million keys, trying to find the front door key.
I ran and got my bag in the foyer. While I was there, I decided to check the weather. I turned that tv on and listened to every word Mr.Baldheaded Yale Graduate said.
“And now for weather, we have a severe snowstorm warning that’s effective until 1pm. All schools will be dismissed early at 12.” I stuck my tongue out at the old man.
“Ella, there’s a snowstorm. Can I please ride the bus? I don’t want Gecman to pick me up.”
“No. Who’d want to ride a stinky bus anyways? You’re a lady. You have maids and chauffers like Gecman to pick you up from school. Own it.” Ella replied.
She opened the door and set her iPod on some classical music. She set off on her morning jog. Gecman was waiting in our Cadillac in the driveway.
I went and sat in the backseat. I started thinking about Ella. Dad would listen to whatever Ella said. Ella always wanted me at a private school. I’ve told her I wanted to be normal like my real mom, Claire, who was living in the suburbs of Florida. I didn’t want to be a “Daddy’s little rich girl”. I wanted to be a normal teen who had bad hairdays and acne problems. But Ella likes things the proper way.
“Here we are.” Gecman said. I stared up at Horton’s Way Academy. I walked to my locker.
“Did you get the bell?” My best friend Lizi jumped out of no where.
“What bell?” I ask.
“You know, Ivy’s latest tweet. She said that Principal Meijer’s credit card and 3 pairs of flats are missing.”. Ivy was the gossip machine of the school. She was always listening.
“And how is that breaking news? She lost it last week and the week before.” Sometimes what Lizi thought was exciting was actually an hour of the god of boredness striking.
“They’ve checked everywhere except the hall where our lockers are. They think the theif is in our hall!This story will be great for the Horton’s Way Newspaper!” Typical Lizi.
We walked to our hall in the soundtrack of Lizi thinking out her storyline.
“How about ‘Finding The Green Ticket’?” Lizi asked. I put in my combonation code.
“Oooh! Student theif—“ 3 pairs of Chanel flats and a Visa come flying out of my locker.
The whole hall gasps.
