CHAPTER ONE
5 more minutes, puh-lease!
Sigh.
I seriously cannot be bothered to even open my eyes. Seven and a half long, long moths of every year spent there, since the early age of three. Only four and a half months off. And have you ever noticed that they alwa/ys some how seem to rush by very, very quickly. Before you can get through 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'. Thank Lord it's nearly spring break.
I could really do with a place, far, far away from school. Paradise would be the perfect destination to stop by and RELAX! Get in touch if you know where that paradise is.
I'm just an average 16 year old . I like Boys, Shopping and Partying but I don't show it as much as others do. I'm sort of a quiet, laid back girl. I'm not the, get-out-there-and-shake-what-your-mama-gave-ya girl, no way! I'm not the confident type. I don't wear my hemline up by my ass crack and I don't wear an inflated push-up bra but I'm not the girl that's into wearing my pants half-way down my backside, cars or spitting phlegm balls on the side walk. I'm not the sporty type, I am not much of a punk and I'm not clever enough to be brainy. Those are the categories all girls fit into. Even boy's. There's no room for outcasts like me in Martindale. Quiet! The first word that may pop in your head when you first see me. Or some may come across me as some sort of Target. I'm quite a private person. But get to know me and I'll break out of my shell soon enough. Not that many people do.
I'm a happy person but people at Martindale just don't see it. They see me as a stuck up snob that's spoilt and dumb and I think I' higher than everyone. That is so wrong.
Everyone thinks I live the 'Perfect Life' you dream of living. You know like, private beaches, exclusive parties, a giant house, lots of money, everything I want. But that's nothing at all. I know that some people that don't have what I have and I am very grateful for what I have but sometimes .. sometimes I just want a normal life. I'm not at all high maintenance, but I was just born into this family. Its not easy being related to a model sister. Everyone expects you to be as pretty as her, but I'm not, and they always point it out. Well, if that's what everyone thinks the 'Perfect Life' then there you go.
Dreamer. That's what mum always calls says. She kinda gets fed up with me gazing off and tells me to 'jack my ideas up' and to 'focus on school and not stupid dreams'. Its my passion to dance. But I never will, she forbids it. She's like that with dad. He's an author. He had the best selling book of 2006 and since then he's been writing new books and waiting for a publisher to reply. For the moment he is writing columns for 'The Editor'. Mum thinks that book just blew up by luck. I don't think she even read it. She's not really supportive of his career because she brings more money to the table. She's a lawyer. Even though their wealthy, they still argue a lot about money. I don't really understand, I've never paid real attention to it. They always get through it – eventually.
But back to basics, I'll be that fun, happy girl next door, that you all know and hopefully learn to love. That is unless you catch me on an off day, I can be known to be quite a bitch, but who isn't, we all have those days. I'm just enjoying myself, living for now, having fun before it's too late.
My life is a like a West-end stage production. Well, that's at least what I picture it as. Always with the drama and conflict. Just a little over melodramatic but not too much I can't handle. Storylines just come and go and come again, kind of like a boomerang that's actually automated to come back to you.
I'm surrounded by a successful mum and dad and an older sister – who is a model – and an older brother. My family are caring and considerate but they can really take the piss sometimes and it really takes the mik. That's what most families are like, so I guess you could call us, 'The average family'. But no, people think I'm a stuck up, conceited cow because I get dropped off in a Bentley by our housekeeper, Miriam. That's why I don't really have as many friends as people would think I'd have. People are so judgmental.
Cassie; she is the twin sister I never had. Been with me through thick and thin and supported me all the way from the cradle. One of those BFF's that actually stay true and don't backstab or biitch without you. The one who really knows you inside out.
Lauren; bright, bubbly, Lauren. A load of fun. She definitely knows how to get a party started and shows true pride to her Spaghetti Blonde Curls.
Nick; the sweetest guy ever. He knows how to put a smile on your face. Feeling down - Call Nick.
That's more or less my life.
What can't I live without? .. Hmm.. music. Try and catch me go a day without sitting down writing a song while playing the keys or pumping up my iPod with new tunes everyday. I can't go a day without listening to New Edition's 'Candy Girl' or Hanson's 'MmmBop'. Another thing I can't live without?.. Hmm … SHOPPING, of course! The sport a girl can never have flaw's in-
'Stacie Anne Marie! Get out of bed, now!'
Ahh, the sweet sound of Mum's Good Morning! Even sweeter when she full names me. It's like the sweet scent of freshly baked pancakes covered in a pool of syrup. Gets me out of bed everyday.
I'm kind of blessed with my features really. I look like an exact replica of my mum in her younger days. She used to be a model. I have clear skin and a fair looking tanned complexion. I don't think I'm anything special. I think I'm far from it. I don't really wear much make-up. Only if I'm going somewhere special like parties and stuff.
Damn, its 8.15! I better get ready.
