The Rivera Estate
Alicia's Bedroom
6:35 AM
September 3rd, 2012
Alicia Rivera patted her dark glossy side part one last time as she looked at her reflection in her full-length three-sided bedroom mirror. She looked like a total ten. Or an eleven, as her dad told her when she had modeled the outfit for him last night. Her Ralph Lauren Blue Label v-neck embroidered lace top, bright red Alice + Olivia shorts, Alexandar McQueen black studded ballet flats, and the stack of black, red, and cream thick and thin bangles on her arm all screamed Alpha. They screamed, "I had an ah-mazing summer. My tan pops ah-mazingly on my effortless-looking, yet incredibly chic outfit. My long dark brown and freshly highlighted hair is shining brighter than Kuh-laire's Zale's diamond necklace from Cam. I'm ready to rule."
Alicia's ensemble screamed confidence. Yet the only words going through Alicia's mind were ones of panic. Words that wondered if she would live up to her previous-turned-English ex-alpha. Would people compare her to Massie? Would they see the fear in Alicia's deep brown, carefully lined eyes? Or would she have successfully put up the façade of a new alpha who was ready to rule in a new way? At 7:30 AM at the first-day-of-school assembly held by Principal Burns, Alicia would find the answers to her stressful questions.
Just as Alicia was about to add another coat of shine spray to her hair, her Kate Spade-covered iPhone 4S dingled with the alert of three new message. It was probably for the better, anyway. Another coat of shine spray, and her hair would look more shiny than Shelby Wexler's T-zone. She unlocked her phone by typing in her and Josh's anniversary month and day to read her new messages.
Massie Block: Ello, pretty! Good luck on your first day as OCD's new alpha. I'll be here if you need me (;
Dylan Marvil: What time are you picking us up? Claire is at my house and won't stop panicking about her bangs. Leave down or pin up?
Kristen Gregory: COME GET ME NOW. My mom won't shut up about the risks of riding with a teen driver. If she keeps talking much longer, she'll talk herself out of letting me ride with you.
Josh Hotz: Morning, beautiful (:
Alicia scowled at Massie's message. She knew Massie wasn't trying to be friendly. She was rubbing in that she knew-or thought she knew- that Alicia was a born beta. Massie thought Alicia could never successfully run the Pretty Committee and she was rubbing that in her tan, perfectly made up face. She didn't reply.
Alicia told Dylan that she was about to be on her way and to French twist Claire's bangs to the side. She texted Kris a 'ha-ha' and told her that she was almost walking out the door. Josh's message was next. He always knew what to say, and somehow when to say it. It was like they were connected.
Alicia picked up her Rebecca Minkoff statement red clutch, gave herself a final once-over, and grabbed the keys to her hot pink, very sleek, very shiny, literally sparkly Audi. After she told her parents goodbye and wished them a good day, Alicia walked outside on the family's seemingly never ending driveway to their large garage. She spotted her baby instantly. She hopped in, turned the keys in the ignition, and drove off to pick up her three best friends.
In less than forty-five minutes, Alicia's stressful questions would be answered. She should definitely pick up a calming venti Iced Green Tea Lemonade from Starbucks before going to school.