Rennee Cameron:
I woke up to a shrill beeping. Stupid alarm clock, I thought, smacking my hand to silence it. Why did those things have to be so loud? The point was to wake the sleeper, not the neighbors. I sat up in my four-poster, then thought better of it and flopped back down to my pillow. Swepping a piece of honey blonde hair from my face, I stared at the ceiling. First day of high school I thought; first day of controling 3,000 people. First day of complete domination.
I finally threw myself out of bed. No use sleeping in and looking like a middle schooler on the first day of freshman year. I showered and brushed my teeth, then returned to my suite-like room to change. I had laid out my outfit the night before on my manequin to be sure that it looked as good in real life as I had pictured it. I was wearing a plum skirt, crop top, and black velvet ankle boots with heels. Stylish, but not as if I was trying too hard. I clasped a gold chain bracelet around my right wrist for good measure.
I sat down at my vanity for makeup. I wanted to keep it sassy but classy; not overdone. I slathered on my foundation with a spongy brush from Sephora and applied some concealer. After setting it, I moved on to eyes. I applied a base layer of nude eyeshadow, lined my upper lashline with a winged liner, and brushed on my volumizing mascara the way I had learned from the lady at Sephora. I applied a generous amount of lip balm and tossed it in my purse for further application if necessary.
I went downstairs, grabbed a granola bar to eat on the go, and stepped outside with my purse to wait for McKenzie.
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Freshmeat
Teen FictionThis is the story of seven very different teenage girls who are beginning their first year of high school. You have your stereotypical "populars," nerds, socially awkward... you get the picture. But what happens when such people are forced to become...
