I slammed the alarm clock in annoyance and groggily buried myself deeper into my covers. I am not waking up now. I think to myself. Not when I had the most amazing dream. It was about my boyfriend of course.
Matthew "The Ginger" Curtis was the most handsomest guy in Ridgemond High. He stood at six feet and had red hair, resulting in his nickname. He's the star quarterback on the football team. Once, he almost had his team enter the state games for California, but another team beat them by winning one game more than they did.
I, on the other hand, am the complete opposite of my boyfriend. I stood at 5 foot six and had jet-black hair. I have tan skin and aqua eyes. Yeah, I know. A tan girl with black hair and aqua eyes. Pretty unusual. That's the main reason why everybody calls me "water girl". Not that I hate it, but the name grows on you after so many years in school.
"MIA! BREAKFAST IS READY!" My mother's screaming interrupts my train of thoughts. I changed into my favorite off-shoulder shirt and jeans shorts. Living in Cali had its advantages.
I rushed downstairs, said good morning to my parents, and downed a whole bowl of cereal before rushing out of the door. I was going to be late if I don't hurry up. I had about a block left till I reached the school building, but I slowed when I spotted the pale blue house on the corner of Valentine's Road. I saw my best friend, Tiffany Johnson, step out of her house and walk toward me.
"Hey Mia Mia! What up girl?" Tiff asked me. Tiffany Johnson was one of the few over imaginative girls that could possibly exist; yet she was my best friend. She was five foot three, with blonde curls that touched her shoulders. She could pass on as a girl from somewhere like Phoenix with her tanned skin and her blue eyes. We both grew up together here in California and have known each other since we were five. She caught up with me and we both walked to school.
"Nothing much. Hey, did we still have to do that homework for Conner's class?" I looked down at her. She shook her head and her curls moved all over the place.
"Nope, we didn't have any homework, thank God! I was visiting my cousins last night. Got home three in the morning!" She replied.
We finally reached Richmond High, the high school that we both go to. As your typical 17-year-old, school was hell on Earth. I went out onto the main parking lot where everyone hangs out before school officially starts.
"Hey! Is that who I think it is?" I hear a voice behind me.
"Yes, Emily. I believe it is. The two losers." Another voice said. Tiff and I turned around to see Emily and Sarah Kelly, two Spanish twins that moved here last year.
"Are you talking to us?" Tiffany challenged. I started giggling. We were actually good friends with the Kelly twins, although we make fun of each other once in a while just for fun. I played along.
"Losers? Look who's talking." I shot at them.
"What are you talking about? Can you not see amazement when it insults you in the face?" Emily asked me. Tiff burst into laughter along with Sarah, unable to control themselves. Emily and I gave each other one long cold glare before laughing into each other's faces.
"Well, we have Conner in a few. Better go." Emily said. The twins waved and walked toward the English building.
