Diva Diaries

Chapter 1

I woke up to my alarm clock, rudely waking me up from my peaceful slumber. Stupid Monday mornings! I turned it off and slung my feet over my bed. I slipped my perfectly pedicured toes into my pink fluffy slippers.

I sleepily walked to my closet. Pulling out several different outfits, I found the perfect one. A pink top and white Capri's.

Okay, I'm kind of a diva. Is it so bad that I like to look nice? I got dressed and put on some pink sandals. I grabbed my pink Gucci handbag and got into my car heading to school. Did you get the hint that my favorite color was pink?

When I arrived at school I walked up to my friends, mostly members of the cheer leading squad. After all I am the captain of the cheer leading squad.

"Hey Natalie!" One of the girls yelled, I winced at the high pitched noise and walked the rest of the way there.

We all walked into the crowded hallway, unfortunately first period none of my friends had with me. I opened the door and took my usual seat towards the back.

The bell rang signalling class was starting. Mrs. J walked in and began her lecture on History. Boringggg.

15 minutes later Drake Carson walked in. Lets just say he was the 'bad boy' of our school. I don't get what makes him so bad, sure he drives a motorcycle and he gets into fights but I think it's personally just all an act. He acts like he's too cool for the rest of the world.

"You're late, Mr. Carson." Mrs. J. stated.

"Yep. You're really observant today!" he sarcastically replied.

"And you have detention after school."

" I don't think so, I have places to be!" Wow this boy is just so annoying.

"Like where? The wannabe bad boy convention?" I asked. His head slowly turned to me he shot me a glare.

"Did anyone ask you? Like you have anywhere else to be except for cheer leading practice." He said coldly.

"At least I'm Not Like 'Look at me! I think I'm all baddd. I ride a motorcycle and I'm late to class!" I tried mimicking his voice.

"Atleat I'm not Ms. Cheerleading Diva. CHEERLEADING ISN'T EVEN A SPORT!" He stated. My Jaw dropped. Oh no he didn't.

I stood up and walked up to the front of the room. I jabbed my finger into his chest.

"All have you know, I am NOT a diva. And cheer leading most definitely IS a sport!" I spat, Glaring daggers at him.

I can call myself a diva but he CAN'T. This boy makes my blood boil. grrr,

Mrs. J cleared her throat. Oh yeah. Forgot I was in class! Oops. I walked back to my desk and sat down.

I just pretended nothing had happened. Until papers began landing on my desk. I read the first one:

diva. It simply said in boyish handwriting.

I was really beginning to hate this boy...