Chapter One: Thoughts of a Devastated Girl
“This is fun,” I said sarcastically while I rolled my eyes and laid my head against the dashboard of our old light blue 1987 pickup truck that obviously needed a new muffler, indicated by the loud bangs and pwwows coming from the engine every time we sped up.
“Don’t worry we’re almost there. Just a few more hours.” When my mom says a few more hours (which she already said hours ago) she either means I’m not sure where I’m going but we’ll get there when we get there or we have a ways to go. But in this case I didn’t know which she meant.
What I still didn’t get was how my mother could do this to me? We lived in a nice apartment back in Monterey California where I dated the quarterback of the football team and was probably going to win prom queen at the high-class private school I went to. And most of all I was in the most popular clique ever.
Our clique was the kind you saw in the movies. We were all tall, tan, and beautiful. If you had to describe us in one word it would be hot because that was the truth, we were all hot. All the boys (and some of the girls) wanted us and every girl wanted to be us.
We ruled the school with a fashionably firm (and manicured!) hand and we took our job very seriously. We made sure that our school was the best, athletically, fashionably, and academically. We took pride in our school and we made sure every other school in the county knew it.
We consisted of four girls. Marley was the school slut you could say. She had a way with her body that made every guy want to get in her pants. Sabrina was the quiet one. She was the smarty-pants in our clique, taking first place in every academic contest our school offered. And then there was Jenny. We were best friends since first grade and had been inseparable since. We were like twins. We even finished each other sentences and dressed alike. It was crazy cool but at times she daunted on stalker like. I truthfully loved her but all she really was, was a wannabe me. She did everything I did. Dated the same people (after I dumped them of course), wore the same brands of clothes, she even had the same favorite stuff animal as me! How much more wannabe could you be?
I was the final girl in our group and the most important for I was the queen bee. The one they all loved (and hated at times). The one who made the group the top clique in our school. No one challenged my reign for they knew I couldn’t be beat.
I had the hottest body of our group. One that most supermodels would die for thanks to my recent dieting habits, which included not eating anything and when you feel like your going to faint drink a dieting shake. I had long beautiful blonde hair like a Barbie, lengthy tan legs, proportioned lips, light blue eyes, and I wore a C size bra for god’s sake! How much more pretty could I get? I had the latest designer clothes and I already mentioned my hot boyfriend.
Now I was forced to leave my reign in shambles! I could sense the endless joy Jenny had when I told everyone that I would be moving away but yet she still put on her fake sad face and acted like it was the end of the world just like the rest of the group.
“I’m going to miss you,” she would say but I could tell under that fake sadness lay the words, “took you long enough to leave you stupid slut.”
So I guess she will take my place as queen bee and take my extremely hot boyfriend.
That bitch.
A couple more months and I was going to graduate with everything I’ve always wanted but now my mom has me move to Alva Oklahoma (which sounded like some sort of Hicksville to me) for a “better career opportunity for herself”. How selfish of her! My life is officially ruined.
My name is Hailey Rose. And as you can see I had the perfect life.
My life was like a movie, right? I had to be happy before this disastrous move and yet I sometimes felt incomplete. So this is my journey to see if what I had before really made me happy. And if there’s any thing else that matters besides status and what people think of you, which I highly doubt
