My name is Rachel Hott and my life couldn't get any better than it currently was. Ok so that is a lie. The only way it could get better was if I got asked to prom which was in 3 weeks. I live in the United States and more specifically California. I attend high school at Beverly Hills High. I am the varsity cheer captain, the star equestrian jumper rider, and a pretty good singer. I am always told that I am perfect. I guess I am as close as I can get. Now don't get me wrong I am not super conceited. I may brag from time to time, but I have had my hard ships too. My mother tells me that my dad left when I was little. I don't believe that story for a minute, but hey, who am I to complain. I apparently lived in England until I was three. I
am a pretty popular person at school. I have natural blonde hair, which goes mid back, and is cut in a shaggy sorta way. It looks pretty cute. I have crystal green eyes, which I usually what people notice first. I am only about 5 foot 4 inches (it's not that short!!). The second thing people usually notice about me is my attitude. My mom and I both have a hot temper (hence the last name). My moms name is Julie a.k.a Jules. She is in her late thirties and apparently we look a like. She has darker blonde hair that only goes to her shoulders, and bright blue eyes. She is always a happy go lucky kinda gal with an infectious smile. My friends love her. Now about my friends... I don't have what you would call a best friend. Most of the kids I hang out with are snots. The Populars, as we are called, are known for always looking good and being rich. After a while you get tired of always being in the spot light. If you do one little thing everyone goes crazy. Sometimes I wish I could be normal, but apparently that's asking just a little too much.
"When I come to the club step aside
Pop the seats don't be hating' me in line
VIP cause you know I gotta shine
I'm Fergie Ferg gi-"
"Gosh damn alarm" I muttered slapping it off. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at the clock. 6:00 a.m.!! I groaned and rolled out of bed onto the floor with a 'thump.' I jump through a quick shower and pull on some cloths. Denim mini skirt, pink halter top and rainbow sandals. I add some pink eye shadow, eyeliner, and mascara. The basic make-up stuff and nothing too heavy. I headed down to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast. My mom is sitting at the bar with her lilac pajamas on. She is reading some thing that looks like a letter. She looks up and locks eyes with me. There is worry in her eyes and she is frowning. Something must be up. Hopefully that isn't some kind of surprise report card. If it is, well my ass will be toast.
"I have some…interesting news darling" she speaks at last. I figured we were going to have a silent staring contest. Which, by the way, she would most likely win.
"Okay! But make it kind of quick. I want to hit Starbucks before school," I reply while sitting down across from her.
"Well," she hesitates. She opens and closes her mouth a few times. Interesting way to show a beached fish. Then she bursts out something I really didn't want to hear.
"We are moving back to England!" Wait What? Did I just hear my mother correctly? England, oh hell no! Now it is my turn to act like a beached fish. This is so not currently happening. A DREAM! It has to be a dream.