Chapter 1
Have you ever wondered what life would've been if you were to be part of the 'in' crowd? Or the feeling of winning prom queen or something? Gosh this sounds so much like a typical way to start a story about another sappy teenager story. It disgusts me how I try to narrate my life story in my head sometimes. But hey, it's highschool...right?
Okay, let me first introduce myself; I'm Rebecca Jones. The most popular girl in the planet...at least after I graduate college, find someone rich to maarry, find a really good paying job without having to do much, and of course, win American Idol. Sounds unrealistic? Well, deal with it.
"Honey, we've arrived." I heard my mom saying through the loud music. "Welcome to your new home."
"Horay..." I said at the most dreary voice I could ever wish of sounding. Okay, so the house isn't that bad. It was hella big with one of those big bean shaped swimming pool and the overly luxurious balconies, verandas, or whatever it is you rich people call it. "It's nice."
"It's wonderful! Oh baby, you didn't have to buy this for us." My mom told my soon-to-be stepdad and kissed him. Yuck.
"Don't worry my dear. I'll do anything to make you a happy wife." soon-to-be stepdad said.
Gosh what is it with these sickly sweet rich guys? I gotta find myself one of those. Only, he should be a tad bit more quiet and less of a Public Display of Affectionist.
"Daddy~!" A girl shouted in a sing song voice.
"Amy my dear!" soon-to-be stepdad said after giving her a big bear hug. "I missed you!"
"I missed you too daddy! I see you got quite the catch."
"Well of course. Oh, and I'd like you to meet her daughter Rebecca."
"It's nice to meet you, I'm Amy." Amy said in that hideously fake sing song accent.
"Well, why dont you two get acquianted? After all you'd be living together soon."
"Of course daddy. I can feel that we'd get along very well."
I sense a horrible storm comming the minute mom and soon-to-be stepdad went in the house leaving me alone with little miss sunshine over here.
"Now, listen here you little miss no good gold digger, If I ever catch you touching my stuff, talking to me in public, or even the slightest bit of eye contact, I will make sure that you and your mother will get your sorry butts back to the hell hole you once came from. So you better get out of my way. Kappish?"
I knew it. This is gonna be one hell of a year. "Sure thing...roomie." I said giving her one of those fake yet somehow venomous smiles.
