The Stars Come Out at Night
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the following: Roxy, Jeep, Ford, Camaro.although I wish I did, cause man! I'd be filthy, stinking, rich! Okay, I take showers, so I'd be clean, wonderfully scented, rich!
Stella was the product of a three-time divorcee and an alcoholic dad. Now that he mother had divorced her fourth husband, Stella's second stepfather, they had to move from wondrous California to dull, dreary Ohio.
"Even the name sounds dumb, Ohio." she thought to herself. She had grown up in southern California all her life and despised the idea of moving away from her days of surfing, sunbathing, and hot surfer-skater dudes.
"Honey, don't forget, that's the state that the Daytona 500 is!" Stella's mom exclaimed enthusiastically, trying to warm her daughter up to the idea of moving. "You always like racing, didn't you?"
"Um, first of all, DAD liked racing. Second of all, Daytona's in Florida, you're thinking of Dayton, Ohio," Stella replied resentfully.
A week after that conversation, Stella Davis was getting ready for her first day of school at Herrington High. She leafed through the clothes in her closest, looking for something that was casual, yet stylish. Definitely not something that screamed "NEW KID! OVER HERE!" She finally settled on one of her staple outfits. She chose her pink Roxy skirt with a bright blue fitted polo, topped off with her silver rhinestoned Roxy belt and her white, platform flip flops embellished with yellow ducks. She stared at herself in them mirror for a moment, pondering what she should do with her hair and make-up. Stella decided on putting her streaked (thank you Sun-In) dark brown hair into light waves, but as she glanced at the clock, she noticed she had twelve minutes before she had to leave. She shook her hair from her ponytail and quickly braided random sections of her hair. By the time she was done, she had exactly four minutes to do her make. Three minutes and forty-six seconds later, a Stella Davis with shimmery blue eye shadow and light pink lipgloss slid into her grey Jeep Cherokee, the car perfect for carrying your surfboard, riding up mountains and making out with you boyfriend.
Stella turned onto 83rd Street, right before the high school, when a guy in a black car cut her off. What kind of car was it? A Camaro? A Mustang? Who knew? "YOU'RE A STUPID IDIOT! AND YOU'RE MOM THINKS YOU SMELL!" Stella laughed, remembering that line as one her dad would say as someone made a stupid move in front of them. She didn't have time to be angry, it was her first freaking day at Herrington High!
Stella arrived at the door of Herrington High. As she stared at the door, trying to imagine how different it would be from her other school, she remembered something her cousin, who went to the neighboring Jemison High School, told her. Something about aliens, and body snatchers? "Man! Craig must have been kidding! Or high." she thought to herself and laughed out loud. Then, she confidently walked up the steps and opened the door.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the following: Roxy, Jeep, Ford, Camaro.although I wish I did, cause man! I'd be filthy, stinking, rich! Okay, I take showers, so I'd be clean, wonderfully scented, rich!
Stella was the product of a three-time divorcee and an alcoholic dad. Now that he mother had divorced her fourth husband, Stella's second stepfather, they had to move from wondrous California to dull, dreary Ohio.
"Even the name sounds dumb, Ohio." she thought to herself. She had grown up in southern California all her life and despised the idea of moving away from her days of surfing, sunbathing, and hot surfer-skater dudes.
"Honey, don't forget, that's the state that the Daytona 500 is!" Stella's mom exclaimed enthusiastically, trying to warm her daughter up to the idea of moving. "You always like racing, didn't you?"
"Um, first of all, DAD liked racing. Second of all, Daytona's in Florida, you're thinking of Dayton, Ohio," Stella replied resentfully.
A week after that conversation, Stella Davis was getting ready for her first day of school at Herrington High. She leafed through the clothes in her closest, looking for something that was casual, yet stylish. Definitely not something that screamed "NEW KID! OVER HERE!" She finally settled on one of her staple outfits. She chose her pink Roxy skirt with a bright blue fitted polo, topped off with her silver rhinestoned Roxy belt and her white, platform flip flops embellished with yellow ducks. She stared at herself in them mirror for a moment, pondering what she should do with her hair and make-up. Stella decided on putting her streaked (thank you Sun-In) dark brown hair into light waves, but as she glanced at the clock, she noticed she had twelve minutes before she had to leave. She shook her hair from her ponytail and quickly braided random sections of her hair. By the time she was done, she had exactly four minutes to do her make. Three minutes and forty-six seconds later, a Stella Davis with shimmery blue eye shadow and light pink lipgloss slid into her grey Jeep Cherokee, the car perfect for carrying your surfboard, riding up mountains and making out with you boyfriend.
Stella turned onto 83rd Street, right before the high school, when a guy in a black car cut her off. What kind of car was it? A Camaro? A Mustang? Who knew? "YOU'RE A STUPID IDIOT! AND YOU'RE MOM THINKS YOU SMELL!" Stella laughed, remembering that line as one her dad would say as someone made a stupid move in front of them. She didn't have time to be angry, it was her first freaking day at Herrington High!
Stella arrived at the door of Herrington High. As she stared at the door, trying to imagine how different it would be from her other school, she remembered something her cousin, who went to the neighboring Jemison High School, told her. Something about aliens, and body snatchers? "Man! Craig must have been kidding! Or high." she thought to herself and laughed out loud. Then, she confidently walked up the steps and opened the door.