Okay, Felicia. What do you want to be teased about in 8th Grade? Your last name, Flamma? Your blue eyes and red hair? Or, hmmmm, maybe your extaodinaryly GEEKY interest in Latin? Or that fact that you're new to the school? I asked myself. I was still in bead, and school was going to start in...Five minutes. Crap. Crap crap crap crap crap...

I leapt out of bed. It was a queenly bed with velvet covers...well, it fitted the rest.
I had a silver, fluffy carpet t which was so thick and fluffy and sunk up to my ankles when I walked on them that stretched across the room which was about 50 meters. There was a glass case (which looked quite like clear crystal) with all my clothes. An elegant desk, and a fancy doorway leading to the bathroom. Ugrh.

I sprinted across, to the bathroom, and walked through the showers. Yeah, I have to sprint to get there or I'll take forever. Well, the showers were bascially two stone fishes sprouting water at you when you stood in the middle of them. Yes, yes, it is automatic. One of the downsides of having a wonderfully big and rich house.

I spun around, letting the water spray around me, and ran off. I grabbed leapord-print tights and a long, silver T-shirt. yeah, I know, not the best back-to-school wear, but there was not much time to be picky.

I pulled them on. I'd have a lot of experience with late-to-school situations, and therefore...well, let's just say I can get them on in a few seconds, while running towards the carpeted staircase. Oh, and again, we did have an elevator (it's just three stories, for goodness's sakes!) but the stairs are much faster if you run...Well, much faster if you run without tripping, but whatever.

I reached dowstairs, and grabbed a comb...My combs get everywhere, since I have really difficult hair to manage. So I grabbed the first comb in sight.

Brushing my hair quicky, I made my way to the kitchen. Thank goodness, the kitchen was just as automatic as yours...well, normal people's anyway. I mean, it can get a little creepy for two giangantic fish to stare up at you while spitting out water while you're showering.

"Hi dad." It was my dad who was super famous. Back years ago, before I was even born, he made a movie called: "Daughter of the Moon." Apperently, my mother was in it. She was this red haired and silver eyed athletic person, named Luna Diana played the main part...A girl named Felicia Selene Flamma, a daughter of the moon. I'm not going to go into details. That'll take forever.

And, well, it was so hot my dad became a celebrity about 1 month after it released. My mother fell in love with him, and got married. And then, they named their chile Felicia.

Yup, I'm so lucky*.*Sarcasm noted. I got two parents who met at a movie. Not watching a movie, making a movie.

So basically, they got this big, fancy house. With everything in it. Even an indoor swimming pool.

"Hi, honey." Dad said, smiling. "Pancakes?"

Usually, in a late-for-school situation like this one, I skip breakfast. But I have a soft spot for pancakes.

"Syrup?" I asked.
"Chocolate." Dad replied.

Dear me. Chocolate...I need this.
I grabbled a pancake and dipped it in the chocolate syrup. "Bye!" I called to my father, and ran out of the house.

Oh, it was such a good thing school was practically next door.
Wait. Let me reshape that sentence. School was a mile away!

I grabbed my bike, and sped off.

Do I have to mention I was late?