Post by Britney Stars on Oct 31, 2012 19:22:27 GMT -5
"No, Mom. I don't want to be in your movie. Tell Dad to f*ck off! OK, whatever. Bye." I snapped my phone shut and sighed, pressing it to my forehead. Standing up from the bench outside the library, I grabbed my leather bag and headed up the steps.
Once inside, I dumped my bag on the table in the corner. "Britney Stars!" 3 girls ran up to me. "OMG. Your moms role in The Avengers was amazin!" The girls giggled.
I stared at the girls. "Get out." I said, fake sweetly. As the 3 girls run out of the library, A fake-blonde walked in. Seeing her, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. She was such a fake perfect little bi*ch. I go back to my studying, hoping she doesn't come over here.
Sammie was walking into the library, looking stunningly beautiful in a gray knit sweater and dark skinny jeans, topped off with brown ruffled designer boots. She saw a dark-haired girl, very pretty, and a few girls walking away. She cocked her hip and tossed her hair, pocketing her phone. The girl seemed like her style. She smirked/grinned, walking over to her. “Mind if I sit?” She asked as boys whooped and hollered, yelling “Sammie!” and asking her to sit with them. Girls gave her envious glares, wondering why she was talking to the girl.
Post by Britney Stars on Nov 1, 2012 15:54:13 GMT -5
Sensing a presence, my hands tightened around my books. "I told you before, this is a private school and I refuse to sign any-" Looking up, I sigh. The self proclaimed 'queen bee'. "Um, I actually do, but since you must have nowhere else to sit, please, don't sit!" I say sweetly. Knowing she would anyway, I went back to my studying, adjusting the silk scarf around my neck.
Sammie almost snorted. This girl, who looked about 14 and who she’d never seen before, or heard of, was a complete b*tch. She obviously thought she could talk to people like that, and when I cocked my hip and tossed my hair, people stared, grinning, their eyes excited and envious, excited to see their queen put down the girl who thought she could control them by being mean. This girl had already judged Sammie but she didn’t even know her. Not even close. “Look, why don’t you get out my seat right now?” She said, her china blue eyes cold and mean.
Post by Britney Stars on Nov 1, 2012 20:10:16 GMT -5
I look up at her, and raise an eyebrow. "Um, why would I?" I asked, looking up at her. "Please, enlighten me. I don't see why you should take this seat. You obviously have admirers." I looked up at the football players, and winked at them. One of them grinned. I looked back up at her. "So, no. You cannot have this seat. And you can't make me." I simply shrugged and went back to my work, leaving her standing there like an idiot.
Sammie smirked. She liked this girl. She heard the football players cheering for her, calling her over and felt the envious stares of all the other girls, but for once, she ignored it and sat down. “I’m Sammie.” She said.
Post by Britney Stars on Nov 1, 2012 21:53:54 GMT -5
As the girl sat down, I looked up at her. I folded my hands. "Britney." I said, shuffling through my papers. Brushing back my raven colored hair, I look at 'Sammie.' "So, are you the 'queen bee around here;?" I asked pointedly.
Post by Britney Stars on Nov 3, 2012 8:20:01 GMT -5
I nodded, glancing at the people all around the library. Crossing my legs, I picked up my pencil. Looking back at 'Sammie', I couldn't help but laugh. "So, on a normal day, you walk up to one of these cronies and they'll do whatever you want?"
Sammie smiled, nodding slowly. “Yep.” She paused. “It’s kind of weird, really.” She told Britney. She didn’t know the girl, but somehow, it seemed like she could tell her anything. Like she wouldn’t judge. “When did you come to Canterwood?”
Post by Britney Stars on Nov 3, 2012 8:49:02 GMT -5
My half smile turned into a frown. I was about to actually be nice, and she had to bring up that. I looked down at the table. "About 2 months ago. My mom sent me here." She said icily. Her mom. If this girl didn't know who she was yet, she was about to.
It hit her like a bullet. She thought for a few seconds, and then plastered a smile on her face. “Oh, okay.” She said. She knew how much she’d hate it if her Mom was famous, and everyone asked about her. She quickly changed the subject. “Do you ride?” She asked.