No Way am I your Dream Girl

Dream Girl? Yeah Right!!

<P class=MsoNormal>I groaned as the alarm clock went off. Looking at the clock I realized that I had an hour to get ready for school. Senior year, last year in high school and I already couldn't wait for it to be over. Throwing back the covers I headed towards my doc-station. I pulled my IPod off and found the song I was looking for before plugging it back in a turning it on. I turned it up a little more before walking into my en-suite bathroom. I loved having my own bathroom, well since my mom is a model; she was never home so I pretty much had the whole house to myself. I hardly ever saw her, she paid all the bills and put a crap load of money in my bank account so I was never wanting anything material. She even got me a gas card so I didn't have to spend my money on gas. I did however wish that she would be around more, though. Living alone wasn't always it was cut out to be. I was actually really surprised that my best friend Nessa didn't crash at my place last night. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>After I got out of the shower I looked in the mirror. I looked a lot like my mom. I had her dark curly auburn hair and her perfect facial features. In fact I did modeling of my own, but it was only a part time thing. In fact all of my friends did some type of modeling. Spreading my product through my hair I scrunched it a couple times so that it would actually stick to my curls so that it didn't get all crazy half way through the day. I moved on to my make-up, a lot of my girls got big and bold with their make-up, I however like browns and neutral colors. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>Don't get me wrong when I say that we are all models because we are nowhere near stuck up, we leave that to the cheerleaders at our school. I'm friends with everybody; the only person in school who hated me was the head cheerleader Brittany. That was nothing new, she has hated me since we were little kids and I guess it just got worse as we grew up. Our moms used to be best friends until my mom got a job that her mom really wanted and its been a feud between our families forever now. As I was trying to decide what to wear my droid rung, I knew from the ringtone that it was Nessa. We both had California Girls as our ringtones for each other. We heard the song while we were in Cali on a photo shoot over the summer, so it fits perfectly. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>"Hey bitch" I answered. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>"hey girl you almost ready? Your driving today remember?" She asked</P>

<P class=MsoNormal>"Give me 10, I cant decide what to wear." I said. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>"Well don't wear those new Gucci jeans because I'm wearing mine with the matching shirt." She replied. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>"Right, I wont see you in 15" I said before hanging up.</P>

<P class=MsoNormal>I flipped through my wardrobe again, stopping on the purple, black and white plaid shirt. I pulled it out before pushing all the shirts aside to reach my shoes. I grabbed the black ankle boots and walked out of my closet. I threw the shirt and the shoes on the bed and headed for the dresser, Nessa was going to be so pissed, I thought as I pulled out the white skinny jeans I got from the Cali shoot. They had rips all over them and made my butt look really good. Closing the drawer I opened by underwear draw and grabbed out my favorite white set, than my black socks and lastly a purple tank. I got dressed quickly, sprayed my perfume, grabbed my bag and my car keys and headed out. My mom and I live in a condo, a really nice condo in a community. I walked down the stairs and through the kitchen to the garage. I opened the door and stared at my baby. My mom had gotten me a brand new Audi in white with leather interior as a birthday present. I still had a hard time believing that I got my dream car and that I was now eighteen. I climbed in the car and opened the door with my automatic opener and closed it once I pulled out. </P>