I wondered into school with my lilac colored tank top thrown over a green shirt and jeans. I yawned as I made my way to my locker, which was no longer in the basement, Lily and I had changed Tony's mind so he gave Jake half the locker he had.

Girl Domination!

I punched in the numbers to my locker.

654321

Easy code to remember. That's why I was particularly fond of my locker; the code was so easy to remember. I also didn't like the rodents I would find in my locker when I went down there.

"Hey Miles," Oliver Oaken, my best friend since, since I don't remember said to me as he walked up. He had brown hair and hazel eyes.

"Hey Oliver," I said smiling.

"Have you seen Lily?" He asked.

"No, I actually haven't."

"That's odd," Oliver said. "I haven't spoken to her either, she wouldn't answer my calls and my i.m.s."

"Same," I said. "That's strange."

Then laughter rang into my ears.

"That laugh is Lily's," Oliver said and sure enough, Lily walked into view, but she wasn't alone.

"I know!" Lily exclaimed as she walked with her two companions. "If I had been wearing that I would have died. Who would have worn that? She looked absolutely horrific!"

Lily Truscott had been my best friend here; here is Los Angeles by the way, since I moved here from Tennessee.

Lily, who usually had long blonde hair and dressed in cargo pants and sweatshirts, was now wearing a very different style.

Lily had short blonde hair up to her ears and diamond earring hanging from her ears ending at about, halfway down her neck. She had a jean mini, and when I say mini, I mean super mini, skirt on with a tiny belly revealing pink shirt. She had big lace up boots on.

Not only was Lily dressed like, like that, she was talking to Amber and Ashley, the two meanest girls of all time.

Ashley, who was Chinese, had slick black hair down to her mid-waist and big brown eyes. She was wearing a black lacy tank top and pink mini skirt.

Amber, who was African American, had long brown hair ending at her waist. She was wearing her hair in a chic slick ponytail and brown pencil skirt with a white shirt that was trimmed with faux fur.

"Lily?" Oliver and I asked walking over to them.

I touched Lily's shoulder. "Why are you dressed like this?"

"Ewwww!" Lily screamed. "She touched me."

Suddenly put of nowhere there was de-contaminating slug spray!

"I'm not slug!" I yelled.

"In looks," Lily said. "Yes, have you seen what you wear?"

"Haha," I asked trying to shake that rude comment off.

"Now," Lily said. "Don't touch me you freaks!"

With that, she walked off leaving Oilver and I behind. We were stunned with they way she acted. She left us with our moths hanging wide open.