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Teenage Dream - Chapter One: For Every Beginning, Comes an Adventure

CHAPTER ONE: For every beginning, comes an adventure.

Talia Cambridge

Sherman Heights Private School was a prestigious school made for the wealthy families. You know everybody who’s anybody, know nothing about nobody. The school was full of groups, not the ones seen in television where everybody is a cheerleader, a jock, or a geek, but Sherman Heights was based on wealth; you’re either high with money, or barely getting through. My name is Talia Cambridge, I for one, is high with money.

My family came in a line of heirs and heiresses. We own the most prominent hotels in the whole United States of America. Well, my family at least. I was at the top of my ladder along with my best friends. We own the school. Yes, we are another one of those kids who walk around and own the place. Some people are just jealous of our superiority, but we’re not kids, we’re amazingly beautiful teen girls who just want to make our lives the best no matter who’s in the way.

I live in Crossville, Connecticut, I know, where is Crossville? It’s on your map, but it’s barely seen, that’s how private it is. This is where the people with the most money live. They hide us here just because it wasn’t safe to be living in such an obvious place, such as New York or California. It may seem like a joke, but my life isn’t. I may live in Connecticut, but it seemed like I was living in another dramatic place where God just randomly states it should be.

Let’s start off with me lounging by the pool alone. Yes, even a person with my status can be alone. I’d prefer it when there’s no noise and just relaxing and thinking about what tomorrow is going to bring. I’m going to be a sophomore in Sherman Heights. I used to never be excited for school, but after our well-known hotels last year, everybody wanted to be our friend. Even though my parents want me to still keep my education up to a 4.0 average, I’m still going to make the best of it by doing more, by helping more for the school.

I heard two heels clinkering about near my backyard. I heard girls giggling and they finally arrived in front of my newly manicured toenails which was painted turquoise, my favourite color. Two of my best friends were standing above me smiling, Natalie Cross and Samantha Wilde. “Who invited the skanks?” I joked.

“Sorry, I don’t speak bitch.” Samantha countered. I laughed and hugged both of my friends. We grew a lot over the summer; from 5’3 to 5’8. We were already model height. We hung out as much as we possibly could in the summer and we enjoyed each other’s company. We talked about our plans for the next year, and we had a lot, I mean a lot planned. We were what you say, the bitches of the school.

Samantha Wilde, the girly girl of our group. She’s the stereotype of an actual Barbie. She had the whole, big boobs, long legs thing going on. Even though she would fit for a blonde, she had raven black hair and it stretched up to her butt. Every guy wanted to date her, not for an actual long lasting relationship, but for some fun. She was the nastiest in our group. She would say what she feel even though it could hurt some people, she didn’t care, but she knew that if she talks crap about us, she’s deader like Michael Jackson’s surprising death.

“Are you guys excited for tomorrow?” she asked. Her over-enthusiastic voice made me smile.

“Well, of course. We have the student government to be excited about, the events, the education,”

“You’re actually excited for that? You’re not excited for the boys, the hook-ups, and the wannabees?” Sam was appalled. Natalie was reading through the magazine and was laughing as well. Sam always made us laugh because of her overwhelming excitement of things.

“No, I am not excited at all. Boys are so dramatic, hook-ups lead to break-ups, the wannabees though, and well, I’m excited for that. I want to see them beg for our friendship while they kiss our little royal asses.” I explained. Every year since we were in 8th grade every girl wanted to be our friend, and every guy wanted to date us. We were that special, but now that we’re more mature and we ditched the whole Teen Vogue look we wanted more maturity. The wannabees were the most interesting to watch. They wanted to know where we got our clothes, how to wear them, or where they allowed hanging with us. Of course not, but we discussed that every month we would have a discussion and see who could, but only around the lunch tables. “Are you excited Natalie?”

Natalie Cross, the incredibly taunted one in our group. She always had a brooding face, but she had a story behind it. Her family was out of control even though she was the only child. Her Dad was never around to support her, but her Mom always was. Now that she found out about their divorce she started to just not care. She was I got to admit, the most beautiful in our group. Her messy, light brown hair was to die for; her green eyes made her look exotic, and her clothes were derived from Brooklyn, New York, the artsy look. Her famous article of clothing that every girl tried to pull off, but couldn’t was her Doc Marten boots. She only wears it once a week and she pulls it off every time.

“Yeah, sure, who wouldn’t be excited for boys?” she said sarcastically. Sam playfully hit her. Natalie was the closest to me, I’d never admit it, but she was. Even though she was my second cousin, she was still close to me. She had my back, I had her back, same goes with Sam, but with Sam, you could never take her seriously.

“What are you guys doing here anyway?”

“We wanted to know if we’re carpooling.” Sam said.

“This couldn’t be handled on the phone?”

“It would, but someone didn’t answer. We called your sister and she said something about cleansing your aura.” Natalie said. She was still flipping her magazine.

“Well, I thought Nat’s driving us, didn’t your father agree?” I asked innocently. I smiled snidely. Natalie dropped her magazine and glared at me.

“My father will agree to anything to please me, but whatever. Sean agreed.” She rolled her eyes.

“Perf, problem solved.” Samantha was yelling making Nat and I laugh.

“I’m leaving. Sam, do you want a ride?” Sam nodded. They both hugged me.

“Oh and ladies,” They both turned around. “Get ready for one crazy ride.” They laughed and left.