I had a few reviews sent to me from friends and a few from fan fiction so that makes seven and as promised here is chapter two. Yet again if anyone has ideas or questions or comments then please review. I really appreciate it.
'IZZY GET UP!' screamed the two girls. I dimly registered my name and slowly opened my eyes only to see what is; Kate and Irina in their nighties, one was a light pink, one was baby doll blue, and they were both wearing their thin silk dressing gowns open. Kate's hair was already in rollers and Irina was clutching her brand new silver straightener's to her chest and eyeing my window like someone in a hire a ninja costume was about to leap through the open window and nick off with them. I rolled my eyes and looked at them. 'Its 6.40', they stated; answering the questioning look in my eyes. Well that and the glare, mornings weren't my thing. They backed out of the room as soon as they knew I was awake and that if they didn't escape now I could and most probably would injure them and they weren't safe until a) I had filled my coffee craving or b) They were Far away by the time I was out of bed. Oh, how they know me so well.
They strutted down the hall turning around the corner as I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked around my room through a mental haze. I was laying in the middle of a spacious four poster (the one with the curtains) super king bed that had thin red strips across the white and the curtains on it were made of silk and a shade of electric red. My walls were almost entirely covered in pictures of nights out, a few of my family and from when I was younger, pictures of guys and celebrities as well as pictures of things I liked and my floor was a thick creamy white carpet with 5 small circle rugs in cherry red leading over from the door.
I had a black and white spotted ribbon running across the wall right through the middle of everything and my wardrobe doors were just huge mirrors with handles. I liked looking at myself. The bathroom door had white fairy lights around it so did the window. The windows thin curtains danced in the breeze and it smelt of crisp early morning sea air. I admit I'm an avid cook and test new recipes in my own kitchen so it's stocked with like, everything I've collected. I'm the only girl in the history of The Elite who had brought a freezer and a larger fridge because they didn't have enough space for all their food and I have more pots and pans, graters and bits and pieces than all of the girls here combined. I'm a total self confessed bookworm so therefore I have a book shelf on the wall in the corner that is filled to the brim with classic novels, murder mysteries and the odd erotic fiction.
I stumbled downstairs in the exact same night gown as all the girls had, except in black, and reached for the usual cup of steaming Starbucks that awaited me. I took a big sip and finally opening my eyes to the day; I saw the rich blue of the sky and heard the light hearted chatter that floated across the road from the beach. The girls were all placed around the house; Lauren, already up, wearing her white issue of the traditional Elite nightie, and awaiting the day, was placing the finishing touches on our usual breakfast buffet; waffles, French toast, bacon, eggs, croissants and an assortment of fresh fruits and cheeses. But I knew that it may look like she had made the gorgeous breakfast we were about to sit down to but I knew Lauren couldn't cook ice. Last time she 'cooked' her boyfriend a dinner it was an entire operation of sneaking me in through a window and keeping him occupied. It was totally win and good fun though. But anyways, we had a chef. I only cooked when she was having the day off. Tanya, our 'scene kid' as we liked to call her was on the phone ordering our lunch of sushi and making sure it would be delivered at lunch time to our usual table. You see Tanya loves colour. Her hair is platinum blonde with a hot pink fringe although it will probably be different next week. She only got in because she wears it so well. Not tacky at all and somehow manages to look all put together and is a really great person plus she is super smart and has a tongue as sharp as knives. That girls come backs can put anyone to shame. Kate and Irina were fighting for mirror space in one of the many bathrooms, and even though there was plenty of other mirrors and bathrooms to go to, this was half the fun of getting ready. 'Okay everyone move your yoga toned little butts in here and lets eat!' The few girls who weren't near the kitchen came in after us and pulled out a chair at their usual places.
After breakfast it was Laurens day to clean up so everyone moved into the collective Elite members wardrobe, it was mainly full of costumes and things girls didn't like anymore and the odd thing we brought for the closet but it housed a small 'runway' so we used it every morning to decide and compare school clothes and took a seat on the couches that were placed there. Jess who had run ahead pulled out a tray with flutes of champagne upon it and begun passing it around. She placed the empty tray on the floor and walked to the doors at the back of the room that opened onto the runway 'Now now ladies as you know, I recently arrived back from Paris and while away I took the liberty of ordering us some of the latest clothing from said destination. So I've put together a little fashion show with some brand new outfits for everyone.' She stepped over to the stereo and pressed play, push it by Glee came onto the speakers. The door opened at that moment and a model that was about my shape walked out wearing cherry red killer stilettos, an amazing pair of pale faded demin hot pants that were very short but weren't skanky in the slightest, a tight fitting ACDC t-shirt, a fitted white vest with her hair down with a few curls and a cherry red headband. She had a red Burberry bag with long straps casually slung over her shoulder. 'MINE!' I screamed almost spilling champagne of Tanya. Jess laughed and the next model walked out wearing white skinny jeans, black 6inch ankle boots, a silky white top that was fitted yet flowing and had a floral print on the front with a yellow vest and a yellow bracelet. Her bag was a gorgeous white buttery leather and yellow Prada bag that was to die for. 'DIPS,' called Lauren while reaching up to give me a high five. Things continued much the same until everyone went to change into their new outfits.
Pulling up in front of the aged building always had a calming effect on me. The main office was beautiful with ivy growing up the sides threatening to suffocate the old brickwork that peeked out from behind the plants. Today I had chosen to ride with Lauren and Jess in my personal favourite car we owned. It was a sleek black Mercedes and had a creamy leather interior with a ton of foot space and shopping bag space. I was driving because the other two had to fix up their nails. It was a 'Dire Emergency'. Typical. When we pulled into our usual parking spot I spared a moment to look around my grounds. We ruled this place. Some days it was hard to believe but when I strode down that hallway always surrounded by my friends wearing the latest Prada it really was like a scene from a movie and no matter how hollow it seemed I Loved It. And I knew girls would kill to live like this, no matter what they said, even for just one day. Sure we had other friends but they weren't like sisters. They weren't part of what the six of us shared. People didn't understand that. I had everything I ever needed in life. There was just one thing missing; A boy. I had always been attracted to jock types. Well physically that is but in personality I wanted someone who liked me more than them, someone to tell me how pretty I am and buy me presents and show me real love. A guy that is happy to watch a boring romance movie with me and cuddle and not try to spend the whole thing getting in my pants. That, my dear friend is why I've never truly dated anyone although I am the queen of flings on the other hand… When I was living with my parents this boy, I think his name was Tom, would sneak in my window and we would cuddle and kiss for an hour or so most nights. I thought I was a total rebel and dead cool but I soon got over the excitement and him. He didn't take it to well and I had to change the locks and confiscate all sharp objects for awhile and stuff but here I am. Only in Manhattan, How I love this place.
It was lunch time and we were placed in our seats at our usual table right in the centre of the cafeteria, may I add the only one free from chewing gum and week old food. To another's eyes there was six gorgeous immaculately put together girls sitting around a table with legs crossed expertly using chopsticks and eating sushi, laughing and smiling and holding a meeting. Really we were planning our next legendary party and laughing at this poor boy who had for some reason thought that I had "come on" to him. Oh how he was mistaken. 'Girlies, does anyone feel the need to go clubbing tonight?' The question was met with small screams and everyone turned to one another to discuss what to wear. Upon glance I happened to notice the total silence in the café except for one table, our table and the insane amount of people staring at us then I noticed the boy standing beside me. He was cute, in a nerdy way. Bronze hair, too short though, Pasty, but with acne, slightly chubby, had glasses (and not the cool kind) and was wearing a pokemon shirt. Geez, how this kid did not have a black eye was beyond me. 'Yes…' I trailed off in a questionable way hoping he would catch the drift. He didn't say anything so I moved onto the universal language of hand gestures. Not the finger, god children. Get your mind out of the gutter. I made the spit it out/continue gesture and watched as the boy continued to squirm. All around us people resumed their normal conversations but watched out of the corner of their eyes. Very unsubtly.
It must be a very nerve racking experience. Standing beside The Girls. With us all leaning on our elbows looking at you just waiting for what ever highly important thing you had to come all the way over here to tell us. I could see sweat patches start to expand from the armpit of his shirt. Eww. I really should spare the poor kid some time. 'What?' I stated sharply, fed up with the pubescent child in front of me. 'Umm…my…my name is…umm…Ed..ward.'