CHAPTER ONE
My alarm clock wakes me at 5:00. Yep I have to wake up three hours before schools starts. There is so much I have to do! Of course the necessary routine, shower, put on my outfit, the standard private school uniform and then put on makeup. When I walk downstairs I always meet my mom. She's someone I look up to dearly, she always has my lunch prepared and an energy bar ready for me when I get to the kitchen. And she hasn't ever failed, not even today.
" Kaylee you need to stop running down the stairs, you might break a picture frame!" That's my mom for you, she's always trying to keep the house as clean and orderly as possible. "Mom I'm in a hurry! I have to pick up Roxie and Emma before 7:00 if we want to hit bagel bar before school". " Well you should be spending more time in the books, instead of the bagel bar with your friends." that's something I never understood, my mom knows that having a social life in the city is crucial if you want to make it anywhere. And she never went to college and look how her life turned out! I want a life exactly like hers. "Don't worry, I highly doubt that spending a hour and a half at the bagel barn will effect my studies that much." "Well-" "Bye mom! I love you!" I always have to do this, my mom gets real inspirational in the morning, and she always feels like she has to give me some kind of insightful knowledge. But I have no time for inspirational lectures; I have to see my friends. When I walk out of my house I see Donald. Donald is my driver, I don't know his last name, let alone anything else about him. Well scratch that I do know one thing, he's funny, and he has this amazing talent of brightening up my day. I guess that's why I keep him around. Today is no different than any other days, he is waiting by the Suburban to pick me up. "Good morning Kaylee, it's rather bright this morning." The usual for Donald, his first sentence to me every morning has something to do about the weather. "Yeah, I heard it was going to be hot today, its days like these where I hate wearing this stupid uniform." "Don't you hate wearing that uniform everyday?" Yep, I might not know a lot about Donald but he knows a lot about me. "Yeah, but I ESPECIALLY hate it on warm days." Donald chuckles then opens and closes the door for me and then he proceeds to go to the driver's seat and drive. The first stop is to Roxie's house. All of my friends are well off, but I guess if we had to rate how well off we all were, Roxie would be at the end of the totem pole. She has a smaller townhouse in the Upper East Side, but I don't judge her. When we stop at her house she looks angry and storms to the car. Roxie is really dramatic, that's probably why she is an artsy person. She loves theatre and singing. She's one of the stars at our school, she gets the lead roles in all of our schools plays. One day she will be an Oscar-winning superstar! "Hey Rox! Why are you pissed?" " Listen if I want to talk about it I will, but for now I don't, so can we just not talk about it?" "Ooookay then". Roxie tends to get an attitude, but I don't want to start a fight. I don't want her to leave too. We ride in silence till we get to Emma's house. I'm glad that Emma is in a brighter mood, it will make this trip a little more bearable. When she gets in the car, she turns straight to me " I just got a new fashion idea, Feathers! Like in the 60's! How they had the feathers on the side of cardigans and such. I'm going to bring that back!" Emma wants to be the next Marc Jacobs, only a straight girl version. And she has the talent to do it! I love her drive, it amazes me at how someone who had everything given to her on a silver platter, still feels the urge to accomplish something. " Sounds hot!" I say, " Winter formal is coming up! We could all center our dresses around a feather theme!" "How about no? " Roxie states, "i'm not cool with anything promoting the use of plucking feathers from animals." Of course Roxie would have a problem with it. "What's wrong?" asks Emma, she is the motherly person out of the group. "Just leave her alone" I say, i'm just not really in the mood to deal with Roxie's antics. Roxie rolls her eyes and opens her phone and starts to text. Maybe she can direct her anger to the person she's texting instead of Emma and me. Once we get our food at the bagel barn, we head back to school. "Have you talked to Blake yet?" asks Emma shyly. Blake, she's been my best friend ever since I moved to the Upper East Side. Or she was my best friend. In the beginning of junior year we had a falling out. See, my friends and I are the "popular" kids in the school. All the rest of the student body looks up to us, and sometimes even caters to us. Like we are royalty, and of course we don't complain. It happens every year, once one group of "royalty" leaves then the student body elects another one, and my friends and I made the cut. The summer before junior year, Blake's mom had died and I tried to be there as best as I could for her, I understood what it feels like to lose a parent. But Blake changed after that, she wasn't open with me anymore, she became a stonewall. When junior year began, I started getting noticed a little more than the other girls and she became jealous I guess. She got so mad at me. I tried to tell her that it was nothing that people cared about her just as much as they cared about me. She didn't want to hear it and she started talking to me less and less. Eventually I confronted her about it and she said some horrible things about me. She threatened to tell the school my biggest secret. And I've hated her ever since. "No, I will never talk to that girl again." And I too got out my phone and started to text. I wanted to let Emma and Roxie know I was done with Blake, for good.