i just want to say that i don't own anything. Plz review. oh and the last blonde girl is Rosalie. so there is only two blondes.
I woke up. It was eight o'clock in the morning. Yes it was still raining, but when doesn't it rain in Forks. The Forks my parents had grown up in changed. It was bigger, it had more designer clothing stores, and everybody was rich. My dad of course was the mayor and owns a oil company. So, I was very rich. I didn't have a problem of dressing up every once in a while. But I did like my comfy clothes. My dad was fine with the way I was. On the other hand I had become a debutante because of my mother. I was only sixteen I was trying to see I wanted to be. Oh sorry I didn't introduce myself. My name is Norah Canson. My last name is a pretty big deal in this town. I have Taylor swift hair just brown. I have bright green eyes. I'm one of the people that are so ridiculously beautiful that people pay to look like me. I don't know where I got it from my moms chubby and short. I'm short and a stick. My dads tall and thin. But none of them are beautiful. My dad says that I'm one of those people that walk into the room and make a real party. I also don't care about the cold weather. I could walk out of the house in shorts and a tank top with no jacket and be find. Beep Beep. I shut off my alarm clock and got out of my bed. I jumped into the shower because I didn't want my hair to be a mess.
After the shower I had put on a jean skirt and leggings. I put on a tank top and my best friend Ryan's jacket. He gave it to me because I left my jacket at my house. The jacket was big but I loved it. It was black and had paint splattered all over it. I had put on my black flats and grabbed my coach tote. I had just let my hair down. All I heard was Who shot that arrow in your throat. Who missed the crimson apple it hung heavy above your head. I had taken out my cell phone. one new text message.
Hey Norah,
I'm on my way to get you. Hope ur ready. Oh don't worry I got Ryan. If ur not ready I'm driving right pass ur house. Ha how's that. - ur bff Megan.
Hey Megan,
No, worries I'm ready. And ha that's good. Tell Ryan I forgot about him. Jk he'll kill me if u tell him that. And he'll take his comfy jacket back. - ur bff Norah..
Hey Norah,
No, worries right back at u I wont tell him. See u in a few. - ur bff Megan.
Megan and I have been friends since we were born. We always take turns driving to school. I cant but in two weeks I can. Actually Megan can't either. But Ryan drives. He turned 17 two weeks ago. Honk honk. I ran outside and hopped into the back seat.
" Hey Ryan, Megan ."
" What's up Nor?"
" don't call me that Ryan its Norah. And nothing much u."
" fine and same."
" I'm good to."
" sorry Megan."
" shhhhh's I'm studying for the biology test."
" Sorry," Ryan and me said at the same time.
We pulled into the parking lot. I got out and waited. When we all were out we started walking into the school. We started laughing when Ryan dropped his smoothie. When we got inside we went opposite ways. I had went over to my locker. The locker next to mine had a short black spiky hair girl, she must have been new. Next to her was a semi-muscular boy with bronze messy hair. Then next to him was a muscular boy who had brown curly hair. Next to him was another semi-muscular boy with blonde hair. Last it was a blonde hair girl who was taller than the first. They had looked like ridiculously good looking people. The last girl looked like me just with blonde straight hair, and pale white skin. She also was taller than me. They all had to be new.
" Hi."
" Hello," said the spiky hair girl.
" My name is Norah."
" My name is Alice." Oh that was a pretty name. when I looked at the boy next to her, he was staring at me.
I smiled and looked away. I saw them whisper something to each other. The bell rang, I shut my locker and walked to homeroom. I sat in my seat when the teacher was taking attendance. That's when they walked in.