(This is the first time I've tried writing in first person since I was around eight years old
What do you tink?)
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The Miami sun gleamed off the hood of her black Maserati as Victoria Tanner pulled into the student parking lot, parked her car and slipped on her Gucci sunglasses.
She flipped her dyed platinum blonde hair over the shoulder and smiled to herself as she got her bag. It was all Victoria could do to not begin jumping up and down and screaming.
She had killed for this spot. She wasn’t letting it go.
Victoria popped open her trunk and pulled out her signature suitcases, looking around the campus of Cardston Academy. She heard the yells and screeches of her fellow classmates and rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses
“Gotta do this, Vic.” She told herself and she headed towards the Administration building. This was her last year of high school. She knew she wouldn’t be spending it locked up.
She pushed open the door and was instantly greeted by cool air. Thank god, she thought, Miami is way too hot. The old lady look up from the desk.
“Serena Taylor?” the woman asked, staring at Victoria. After a moment, Victoria smiled and nodded, just like her ex-best friend Taryn Kingston would have done.
Then again, Victoria hears Taryn scream, hear her all Victoria for help. Victoria shook her head slightly, pushing all thoughts of her ex-best friend from her mind. She stepped up to the desk and received her key.
“Rule book, student map, student cash card, and card for your car.” The woman listed off as she handed everything to Victoria.
“Thank you.” Victoria said politely and grabbed her suitcases. She exited the office and began to head to her dorm, passing through the circle of buildings.
She made her way past the throngs of Louis Vuitton toting girls, eyed the boys playing football in the quad.
Victoria pushed the door to Cooper dorm open and climbed the stairs, passing photographs of old students. She didn’t care less about them. It was her turn to make ‘Serena Taylor’ a real person.
She pushed open the door to room twenty-four and was instantly greeted with Katy Perry’s ‘teenage dream.’ Victoria grimaced. Her roommate was dancing around the room, singing along, quite well.
“Excuse me?” Victoria called over the music, “can you turn that down? I want to keep my sanity.” The girl turned around and pushed her dark red hair back from her dark green eyes.
“I’m Emily Roberts, senior.” She said, sticking out a hand. Victoria pushed past her and sat on the bare bed.
“Serena Taylor.” Victoria said blithely as she opened a suitcase. Emily looked exactly like the old Victoria Tanner.
“Nice to meet you.” Emily said. Victoria rolled her eyes and removed her sunglasses, revealing bright, blue, color contacted eyes.
“Yeah, and what makes it so nice?” she asked. Emily sat down on her bed. Victoria bit her tongue. She had concentrate on graduating. She would not mess this up.
