Finally

Secret Identity

SiennaKat-You know what I feel like wearing tomorrow? I've laid out a white beanie, baby blue sweater, black leggings, and pearl studded white flats with blue ribbons. (Picture below.) See you all at Northbridge! P-Dee, the dance you wanted is also below.-

Seconds later, 20 comments. I'm serious, these people just sat on their computers. I yawned. 40 more comments. I powered down my computer and shuffled over to my Purr-fect bed. Trinket curled up on my feet and began snoring softly. But my eyes stayed peeled.

DivaofdaNorth- SiennaKat, come sit next to me at lunch! We always have an extra seat.-

Christina Storm's friends would disagree. She'd probably kick one of them off the popular table in order to sit next to SiennaKat. Not me. If I sat next to her she'd probably wrinkle her nose, jump up, yell "janitors: trash alert!", and wink at Aaron Bosman, her hot sex god boyfriend.
I maneuvered my fingers over the smooth platinum keys, but quickly backspaced my angry response. I heard my door creak open. "Leah, get out of my room."
"Is it that bitch again?" She pointed at Christina's response to my earlier message.
"I said get out!" She backed away without another word.
I showered and pulled on a red turtleneck, turquoise yoga pants, and neon orange sneakers. I frizzed up my hair, rubbing in some greasy hair oil. Pushing fake clunky black glasses up my nose, I headed downstairs for breakfast.