Chapter 2: The Unlucky Fall

Beep. Beeep. Beeeep.

But instead of hearing my alarm clock ringing, I heard “Joy to the World.” Alas, my mind is playing tricks on me, again. Sigh, what can I expect?

I rolled over to slam my hand over the snooze button, stretched, and yawned. Errrrr, my breath really stunk… Today is the first day of school, the unlucky day. What is the unlucky day, one may ask. The unlucky day is when your favorite person in the whole wide world, Ace, to be exact either falls, trips (over imaginary items), or gets run over by shopping carts to only miss her demise by a few inches. Sounds fun? Not really.

Last year, I slipped on bird poop to fall face first on the side walk, directly perpendicular to dog poop, missing it only by 3 centimeters, on the dot. Yes, I measured it. Even sadder, was that fact that Cass and Breeze were on either side of me, trying, but failing to escort me to safety. It happens every year, so far. This is the workings of those sadistic fates, up there, probably smirking.

This year is going to be even worse. I could feel it in the air. It was as if negative atoms were surrounding me, creating such a negative tension that even a dog will cower away from me. I wish I was Jackie Chan, so that could say “Miu miu qia qia fa di zhao (go away evil spirits),” and for it to actually work.

But, I was at a new place and having a new start, so hopefully this year will be different. My fans will be terribly sad, because this year they have no body to mirror. Yes, they are so sad that some of my fans will go to such extremes as to buy a bird and force it to poop, so that they could slip on it too.

I didn’t want to be labeled by my beauty no more, so I decided to undergo a transformation. My usual brown locks with natural blond streaks of a variety of colors was messily tied up in lose pony tail. My violet eyes, that Breeze said could look into the depth of one’s soul was hidden by the new blue colored contacts that I just purchased. That was hidden by the thick black glasses that I purchased in the local CVS pharmacy, don’t worry it’s fake.

My usual tight designer attire was replaced by a new clothing line, of loose fitting tom boyish clothes. I got them from our weekly trip to New York City, where this guy stopped us. He gave us each a suit case full of his brand, saying that it would be “superb” if we wore this brand and tell people where we got it from.

We thought it would be funny and wore his clothes for a week. The last time we stopped at his shop, he thanked us keenly, saying that his sales nearly doubled. The power of our fans… He also gave us more clothes, but we put it in the back of the closet and I didn’t look at it until today.

I chose a comfortable fitting black t-shirt and a black and red stripped jacket over it. I also put on one of my baggie jeans, and stepped into my red converse high tops. Presentable, but not striking as I usually look. I am grateful for my beautiful genes, but I’m not the type of girl who holds vanity as the most important thing in her life.

I don’t hate my beauty as much as I did half a year ago. My beauty almost got me raped, by Cass’s boyfriend, Brian, no joke. That was our group’s biggest falling out, and why I turned to Audition, because reality just planned sucked. Cass became a man- hater after that experience.

We found out from Brian’s best friend that he drugged my drink and I stupidly accepted it thinking it was just alcohol. Just alcohol my ass. The deal was that he almost raped me and cheated on Cass did not go well with Breeze. Brian felt the fury of a woman scored, make that 3. No one messes with either of us and gets away with it.

Brian got beat up by his own football team, and Cass’s parents made his family nearly bankrupt. We never saw him after that.

The bitter taste of this memory still resided on my tongue, as a put a Trident orange flavor gum in my mouth.

I hated alcohol after that.

I sighed, how I miss Cass and Breeze, how am I supposed to start school and survive though it, without them? They are my life!

I grabbed my black Jansport backpack and keys, as I walked out of the door, my sidekick rang.

“Hi Breeze. Hi Cass,” I answered without even looking at the Caller ID.

“Hi Klutz, hope you don’t hit your head too hard,” Cass said, her throaty voice flowing through the phone wires.

“Yeah, you don’t want to kill the few brain cells you have left,” chirped in Breeze.

“Oh shut up you guys, you know I have more brain cells than both of you combined,” I said happy just to hear them.

My school, Waverly High was 15 minutes from my house on foot, and 3 minutes away if you drive. But, I couldn’t risk driving today. So walk it is.

“You’re not driving your car are you? Because remember 2 years ago when my bother drove you, the car was totally totaled,” Breeze reminded me happily. I sneezed, albeit very loudly, and Matt was so surprised that he drove directly into a tree. He said one of my spits got into his eyes.

“I’m not driving!” I screamed, anxious about what disaster would land on my head or crash into me. Maybe it will come from the ground?

“Thank goodness, you’re not Ace,” Cass said with a teasing voice.

“I’m going to be so fucking bored this school year, without you two nuisances,” I said as I scowled.

“Don’t worry Acie, me and Cass are trying to persuade the grownups to buy a house in California, near where you live. It’s just a matter of whether my dad or Cass’s dad cracks under pressure faster? Yo Cass! Maybe, we can use the guilt trip,” the rich are just too rich. Never have I felt the extremes of our social gap.

“Then you think you can come during the weekends?” I asked, hoping.

“Even if they don’t buy us the house, we still got the keys to the private jet, so we can all crash on the same bed,” Cass says.

“Yeah, if Breeze’s big ass doesn’t take up the whole bed,” I teased.

“Haha! You’re just jealous because you got no ass,” I could just imagine Breeze sticking out her tongue.

“Yummyyyy, coffee,” I said aloud as I see a Starbucks next to me. Yes, indeed, coffee.

“Breeze, I bet you, that the coffee is going to end up more on her then inside her,” Cass said with a smirk.

“Shut up! I’m getting my damn mocha whatever you say,” I said, firm on my standing.

“Don’t say I haven’t warned you,” Cass said with her stupid teasing tongue.

“Yeah. Yeah. Whatever bitch,” I said as I walked into Starbucks.

“What would you like to order?” a friendly looking guy asked me, he had brown hair with blue eyes, and freckles too.

“Hmm… A mocha Grande, with whipped cream please,” I said.

“Any bread or dessert to go with that?”

“Errr. No thanks,” I said with a smile.

“3.20 please,” he said as I handed him a five dollar bill. Yummy, coffee.

I stepped out of Starbucks with my very yummy coffee. The very yummy coffee slipped away from my apparently very slippery hands. The yummy coffee tipped over, spilling on my red and black jacket, I also noticed that my very yummy coffee was also very scathingly hot. The jacket soaked into the t-shirt, and t-shirt into my breasts, and the sound that erupted from my lips was a very tight lipped feline scream, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Holy mother fucker! Holy Shit! Holy Oh My God, why is it burning?! All that happened before I even got my first sip. All of sudden I turned very angry and glared at the very yummy coffee that was on the floor now.

“I Hate You! Oh My God, I hate you so much, it’s not even funny,” even in my craziness I could just hear the peal of laughter coming from my Sidekick.

“Oh My God, it’s not funny, I hate you all, GO DIE, Oh My God, I fucking hate this. Oh My God, AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed again.

“Why me, why me? Oh why me?” and then I noticed a coca cola can fall from the sky, oh not again! I stepped backwards, not noticing that there was a gigantic puddle of mud, and now my fucking red converse is wet and I could just feel the wetness soaking into my socks. WHYYYYYY? The mud was very slippery, just like my hands were very slippery, and guess what? I am starting to slip, mentally and physically. My glasses started to fall from my face, landing onto the mud. I was about to land face first into the mud before someone grabbed me from behind, saving me from the dirty mud. Oh My God, my converses, WAHHHHHHHHHH!

I turned around and there was this very yummy boy smirking at me. I don’t need the smirking.

“Oh my god, the freaking 7.50 fake glasses that I got from CVS,” I picked it up from the mud, “No, Oh no, It’s broken, cracked. What the Fuck?!”

Then I started to feel something dripping onto my head, slowly, “Don’t tell me it’s raining? Because it will be freaking hilarious…”

Then something clanked on top of my head, and I noticed that it was not water dripping on me, but Coca Cola, and the thing that fell on top of my head was a damn Coca Cola can.

“What the fuck? Is it raining Coca Colas today or what?” I screamed and screamed, and yanked at my hair.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed.

“Errrr, I’m sorry if you’re having a bad day, but hey at least it stopped raining Coca Colas…,” the blond hair boy with the most gorgeous heart breaking blue eyes said. And I could still hear the laughter emitting from the phone.

“What’s so funny,” I screamed into the phone, “I fucking hate you!”

“If you say fucking one more time, Ace,” Cass said still laughing, “I believe me and Breeze will have to fucking fuck you up,” and then they went along for another round of fitful laughter.

I’m calm, I’m calm, and I’m fucking Buddha Calm. Grin… Smile…

“Errr, sorry for the outburst there, as you can tell today has not been one of my best days,” I tried smiling, really, but it just came along as a grimace.

“It’s okay, hey do you go to Waverly High, because if you do I can give you a ride, because I go there too,” he said grinning.

“Yeah, I go there,” I said feeling uncomfortable because I stink of coffee and my jacket was really bothering me. Mystery guy noticed too, because he pealed of his black jacket and handed it to me.

“I know you feel uncomfortable so you can leave your jacket in my car, and I can drive you back home if you want,” He was really nice.

“Wow, thanks! You’re awesome,” I took off my jacket and put his on, it smelled like him, a faint type of nice smelling cologne. I got into his car, which was a really nice silver Porsche 911 GT2 number. He must be pretty wealthy to buy that type of sporty car.

“Nice ride,” I commented.

“You must know your cars well,” he smirked.

“Well, it looks shiny…”

“Ahhhhh, it does look shiny doesn’t it?”

“Yes it does, I need to put on my sunglasses,” I stuck my tongue out.

“That was lame,” he stated.

“No it really wasn’t…” I replied back.

“Yes, it really was,” he said.

“Shut up and drive,” I said refusing to play this childish game with him.

“Fine,” he grinned from ear to ear.

We got to Waverly High, and it looked like a typical school, albeit a pretty big one. I was still tired and stinky, so my mood was downright rotten to begin with. Then, I saw something that made my day start to shrink more and more…

“Yo, Trist!” I turned my head to see where the noise came from. Mother. Fucker.

“What’s Up, Liam?”

“The Sky,” I said before thinking.

“What the Fuck, rock thrower,” kiss stealer said.

“Shut the Fuck up, kiss stealer,” I said.

Yep, it’s going to be a long day.

Oh my god, . I’m so sorry that I haven’t updated for so long. I blame IB, for all you kids going to IB I want to die when I am in there. I mean the teachers are slave drivers. But, I’ll probably update this regularly now, that summer is fast coming. WOOO HOOO . Now I have to find a job. O.o

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