Seven Months

Chpater 3

Chapter 3: Monday + School = Recipe for Disaster

"How do you get up from an all time low, I'm in pieces." -All Time Low The Wanted

I woke up Monday morning to my alarm going off. Gosh, how I hate my alarm. I reached my hand over and slammed it down on top of the annoying device. Whoever created alarms never had to get up early. I rolled over in bed trying to fall back asleep, but no such luck. Electra dragged me out guy shopping for eight hours yesterday, so I'm exhausted. I slowly and groggily sat up, rubbing my eyes, and checked the time. My eyes widened when I saw I only had half an hour to get ready. I know that sounds like a lot of time, but I'm a girl. I quickly hopped out of my bed and rushed into my connecting bathroom and got a quick shower. I wrapped a towel around myself, and walked over to my dresser. I grabbed a pair of underwear and pulled them on, then I grabbed a pair of red short shorts and pulled them on. Then I grabbed a floral print lace bandeau bra and slipped it on. I walked over to my closet and pulled a simple denim jacket off a hanger and pulled it on over top. I grabbed my black TOMS and slipped them onto my feet. As I ran down the the hallway and into the kitchen I pulled my hair up into a ponytail. I grabbed a granola bar on my way to the door. It's not that I'm not hungry, I just don't have the time for an extravagant meal.

"Late again?" my mom asked as I raced past her towards the front door where I heard a car honk, alerting me that Electra was here.

"Yep. Now I have to go." I ran past her, taking a bite out of my granola bar, and out the front door. I saw Electra's beautiful car waiting for me, a 2012 Dodge Challenger coupe in black. I climbed into the passenger seat, and looked over at her as she took off towards our school. "I've said this many times, and I'll say it again, I love your car." Electra laughed as she drove, making a left.

"Oh, I know. Ain't she just a beauty." she says while stealing a glance at me, as I cracked up laughing at her. She always talks to her car like its a person. Electra was sporting a mint ruffle tank top with denim short shorts and white sandals. Cute, I thought.

We arrived at L.A. County High School For The Arts. It's a small school, only 568 students. Most of the population being female, so there's not much for Electra to look at. Poor girl. I spotted Max and his blond bimbo of the week, McKenzie. She's got bleach blonde hair and is wearing practically nothing. I mean, I dress like this because it's California . It's almost always sunny. And today is no exception. The sun is nestled in the sky, just resting there.

Electra and I hopped out of her car, which got stares might I add. At a small school like this, any nice car got stares. But the driver got stares as much as the car did. Electra was model pretty, naturally. I was just there. Although Electra always told me people stare at me too, I deny it. I don't think I'm pretty.

As we walked towards the front doors I heard someone holler at my name. My head snapped up to see Max making his way towards us, his bimbo sitting on the picnic bench looking mad. I almost cracked up laughing at that sight, but kept my straight face. Electra and I stood there waiting until he approached us. Once he did we resumed walking to the front doors of the school.

"So, did she tell you? Because I'm guessing by your twitter post she did." Max said, with a glare towards Electra as she purposely ignored him. They got into a fight yesterday, over something stupid, and are now not talking to each other. Worse thing is that I'm stuck in the middle of it.

"Yeah, she told me. Well, more like showed me." when he looked confused I elaborated. "Besides just being a twitter star, I was also TV. Gosh, don't you watch the news?" I joked, trying to break the awkwardness. It didn't really work. But they both cracked a smile at my joke.

"Well, I'm off to singing. Bye!" I said and all but ran out into the school. I ran to my locker getting my purse full of supplies and taking off again. I made it to class with five minutes to spare. I'm lucky neither Max or Electra are singers, or else I'd be stuck in class with them all period.