Hilda is not the coolest girl. She's an orphan, lives with the ancient Mister Henry and practically has the most boring life in the universe. Then comes a letter of acceptance to Blackwood Academy for Girls; read as her life turns upside-down.
Don't blame me. When you aspired for your whole life to be a fashion designer, and then you are forced to become a ruler of the biggest estate in the whole of South England, you would cry.
A ruler has so much responsibility. Albury is gigantic. How, how, how will I ever manage?
It's easy for a fashion designer. You start up a business, then you design and sell. Design and sell.
I am a decent fashion drawer. Look at my notebooks, for one.
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These are all of me. You see, I would like to model as well. But, I'm not that tall so I've been trying to grow taller. I'm a mere 145 centimeters at age 11. That Genevieve Huang is a whole 15 centimeters taller than me. And Waters is only five centimeters shorter than I am, and both her parents are literally midgets. This is so unfair. I think even Hilda is a teensy bit taller than me.
So, Lauri did some research and now everyday I have to
1. Wake up at six, and expose my skin to the sun for a few minutes (for my vitamin D) while horse riding. Maybe even a fencing bout if someone will do it with me.
2. Eat a breakfast of a bagel with cream cheese (calcium) and milk (also calcium)
3. Swallow my zinc and cod liver oil tablets with a kale smoothie.
4. Do my 'get tall' stretching.
5. Wear a form-fitting outfit that is tight so it accentuates my legs.
And my loafers have heels on them. Two inches.
So, I'm working on it.
It's so unfair as well.
I have to share a dorm with two dorks. Two ninnies.
That Hannah Santiago-Yaxley (She just uses her father's last name, even if her mum is the actual ruler of Valencio.) and then Hilda.
To be honest I have nothing against the name Hilda.
I have everything against the actual person.
You see, it is her fault that I was born first. She was going to be born first but then some stupid, petty problem about NOT TURNING AROUND in the womb made me, Elizabeth Margarita Lennox, be born first. Then they did a C-section to get her out.
So, due to Hilda's sheer laziness, I have to ditch my fashion designer dreams and become a Lady Albury.
And I'm the bad guy? The bully? We could have been friends if she wasn't so lazy.
So, yes, I have been tormenting her.
Yes, I paid her table's chef to put extra chocolate inside the chocolate lava cake that she ordered so she would have to clean herself up.
And, yes, I do unmake her bed three times every morning so she has to remake it.
And I do nudge her so she spills her ink in scripture lessons.
But this is all to help her snap out of her lazy habits! I'm doing a favour for the pig.
Anyway, what outfit should I wear on Saturday? You know, the first weekend, got to kill it, right?
You know, I have to withhold my reputation in this school as the fashion guru.
Do you think I should go casual... maybe a black, no-sleeve turtleneck made out of - gasp - cashmere, paired with some dark blue skinny jeans and some pointed boots - with heels, of course?
Or should I go with something more suitable for the hot, late summer? A pink strappy sundress with blue flowers, and some rose gold strappy heels as well?
So after a lot of advice from Daphne Fox's daughter Baby Fox (the most fashionable girl in all of England), who told me that this weekend's location was Beech Brook, and that the sundress would be the best option, because you would stick out like a sore thumb with a cashmere jumper at a brook. She also lent me an swimsuit in my size that looked so nice. It was vintage and bright red, with gold hoops and accents - the most divine swimsuit ever.
So, we went to the Beech Brook place and every single Year Seven was there. Most of Year Eight was there, and it grew slightly smaller and only five or six Year Thirteens were wandering around the brook, on their computers, thinking that the brook could help with their concentration.
And Baby and all those people were swimming under the waterfall so I joined them. But, then the worst thing ever happened.
They were chatting with my three worst enemies. The most despicable of all despicables.
Huang. Stone. Waters.
Baby was talking with Genevieve about their swimming costumes.
"You designed that swimming costume?" Baby squealed.
What? She's trying to take my dream job?
Then Vi Cummings was talking to Waters.
"What Brigette says to you is right!" Vi pressed, hand on Waters' shoulder, leaning in, her dark hair just blocking my view to Vi's famous grey-purple eyes.
"You and everyone else," Waters replied, rolling her eyes, but showing the faintest sign of a smile.
"Your hair grows at a alarming rate, so I'll bet you will have a bob in 5 months." Vi replied. "Then the stylist could add extensions and all those things; you could straighten it, curl it, braids, pony tails, pig tails-'
And then I just walked away in horror, because I had tried to talk to both Baby and Vi, and the rest of the Squad, but they seemed to just ignore me.
And you all are wondering why I have a big problem about Batty Stone?
Nothing really to write her except that the photo is from Google.
Oh, and also read my newest story 'The New Normal' NOW NOW NOW! I have written an intro and I will be writing and publishing chapters in the immediate future.
Can people also explain what the hell is Animal Crossing as well? Is it like the Ducky Road game, but with all types of animals?
