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1. Life as You Know It
'Jesus Tutor Girl how long does it take to flat iron your hair?'
'I have to do it properly Brooke, otherwise it will turn into a bush again.'
'I know, I know. Look, close your eyes, I've got a gorgeous new eye shadow that would totally rock with your complexion.'
'Ok, I'm ready. Just need to sort the supply'
'What supply?'
'Oh Brooke you can be so slow, these flasks aren't here for nothing.'
'Ahh tutor girl you are such a rebel sometimes. I love it!'
The two girls stood up and faced a full-length mirror, looking themselves up and down. They nodded in approval.
One girl was slightly taller than the other. She had a petite frame but small curves in all the right places. She wore tight dark denim jeans that clung to her legs perfectly and she had pulled black leather high-heeled boots over the top. Her top was low cut, but it wasn't too revealing. It was the striking colour of crimson red and completely complimented her tanned arms and silky brown hair. Her hair was long and slightly wavy, but tidy. Her lips were painted red and she clutched a black purse in her red painted fingertips.
The other girl was small but cute. She was amazingly in proportion and her height didn't stop her looking perfect. She had chosen black, denim, boot cut jeans, which stopped just in time for you to see her black patent stiletto heels. She wore a tight blue strap top, which pulled into a V-neck and completely brought out all of her good bits. Her dark brown eyes were highlighted with sky blue eye shadow and her lips were darkened with a golden brown colour. Her hair was long and blonde and fell straight over her shoulders. She had pulled the front of her hair at one side behind her ear and fastened it with a cute but sexy butterfly clip.
Both girls took a sip out their flasks, winced as the alcohol burned their throats, smiled, and downed the rest. This night was going to be great.
'Keys?'
'Check.'
'Fake Ids?'
'Check.'
'Topped up flasks?'
'Check.'
'Money?'
'Check.'
'Make-Up?'
'Check.'
'Contraception?'
'BROOKE!!'
'What? I'm just saying, you never know!'
'Ok. Whatever. Check!'
'Lets hit the town'
As the girls sat on the train to the town centre Haley began to think to herself about what Brooke had said earlier.
'Why was I so stupid as to question Brooke's idea? We both know these nights always end in some guy's bed fooling around, then grabbing our clothes and escaping the next morning while he slept. We needed to be more careful. No one else knew what we were really like. No one knew of those two horrifying trips to the family planning clinic to 'take care' of our mistakes. We were just two 16 year old girls who lived in tree hill. We went to the same high school as every other girl, but we didn't interact with the guys from the other school. We weren't cheerleaders, we had 'other things' to do with ourselves on a Friday night. No, no one knew us truly. We were shy at school. We only had each other.'
Haley sometimes felt ashamed. She knew neither she nor Brooke would be able to recognise any of the guys from the other schools. And that was slightly embarrassing. Their hopes of a proper boyfriend their age were very low.
'But then at the weekends. Oh, at the weekends. Slip us a drink and we will head off into the clubs an hour away from tree hill.'
Little did Haley know, Brooke was sitting with thoughts similar to her own.
'How did we get this way? I love my life. I know Haley loves hers. But how did we manage to get like this. We are not like normal 16 year olds. We don't have a normal teenage life. We live in a cheap flat that our parents pay for while they go around the world on their trips together. We get the occasional card and phone call, maybe to complain about the credit card bills. They can't blame us for being 'off the rails'. But we aren't 'off the rails' we have fun. Sure, we've had our fair share of drama, but it's not like we hate our lives.'
They were certainly not who everyone thought they were. At school they were shy and didn't let anyone in. They were smart, gorgeous but extremely mysterious. No one questioned them. They went to school when they needed to and attended the formals, that's all they needed to do.
But at the weekends they were completely different people. They were 21, worked in a café and made good money. They were independent and had no strings attached. And god, were they gorgeous. All the guys wanted them. And man could they dance.
