R-R-RING! The bell rang to indicate the end of fourth period. Everyone in the classroom picked up their books and walked out of the classroom. But before anyone else, all the 10th graders let someone in particular walk out the door first. Avalon rose. The popular girl. Me. Me and my "co-popular girls", Avery and Demi, confidently strutted out the door. Talking to each other, we all strutted the halls to our lockers, passing dozens of kids at their lockers, all whom smiled at us. We opened our elaborately designed lockers to reveal tons of makeup, notebooks, pens and a whole other list of things. But, before I get too far in my story, I want to give you images of me and my friends.
Demi. They're both a lot like me, but they're different than me in some ways. Avery is a little more outgoing than me, and Demi, sweet, angel-like Demi. She's probably the nicest, sweetest, most generous person in the world. She's always giving to charities, helping poor and homeless people, etcetera etcetera. As you can see in the pics, Avery is a redhead with sky-blue eyes, and pretty pink lips. Demi, on the other hand, has dark brown hair and brown eyes to match her hair. Anyway, enough introductions for now. Back to my story. At school, everyone calls our trio the Stylish Sassies, since we're stylish and sassy. A couple other nicknames that kids at our school gave us are, Makeup Masters, since we're great at applying it, can fix any makeup catastrophe, and can make it look great at a moment's notice. The other nickname is the Fashion Queens. Now, you can already judge by the name why they call us that, so, I don't have to explain it to you. So, what was I saying? Oh yeah. Avery, Demi and I were at our lockers, collecting makeup to reapply it for the next period. When we were done, Avery spotted someone walking towards us. Now, at school, this wasn't uncommon for us. But this time, it was someone really important, not just an ordinary classmate inviting us to a party or asking to autograph something. Avery's eyes widened. ''OMG!" She squealed. "Ryan JAY is walking over here!" My eyes widdened. Ryan Jay. The coolest, hottest, most popular guy in school. Every girl's in school's dream guy. He came up to me and said, ''Avalon, could I talk to you? In private?"
