First Day of School
Oh crud, oh crud, oh crud! What am I going to do? I can't live like that! I don't want to become some weird, keep-to-themselves, suffer in silence, hide-in-the-dark-corner emo!!! NO! That's not what I will become! I will just be me, I will make lots of friends, I will ignore the already-evil-enough-to-ruin-my-life sister! She is totally out of the picture. Woooh, just breathe, Coco, just breathe... I will be fine. It's okay, it's okay...okay.... ignore her evil glares, you can do it Coco, you can soo do it. Learn. That's what you do every single day, you learn new things, you learn how to do new things. Learn how to ignore this demon, learn... learn.
Okay, it's been two hours of pure torture. I had to sit for two hours through pure torture, next to Rosalie. I was telling all my 'family', eh hem, about my past years of life. I had to, they were curious. Well, most of them were. Rosalie just sat there texting her 'friends' and rolling her eyes every time I talked about how cool my school and friends are. Then I had to get to the part where I broke up with my boyfriend, yes, I tell my family everything, always have. Rosalie put her phone down, rolled her eyes, and stared at me and commented, "You poor bab. He probably never really liked you. He was probably desperate. No offense or anything. Hmm." She sighed a happy, content sigh. I can't believe she just said that in front of my family and she didn't even care! My mom looked at her with her evil motherly eye
"Uh, Rosalie? Please. What's wrong with you? How come you are so rude to your sister? What has she done? Please. Be polite." Thank you mommy:), I love you. I'm glad they cared enough to ground her for her comment, now, it's my turn to be happy and content... *sigh*. It's my day of school tomorrow and I'm freaking out again over Rosalie. What's she going to do to me?
Well it's school time. I'm nervous to the point where I'll pee my pants at the slightest fright. I'm waiting for my ride to school. The bus I think. Here comes Rosalie. Yuck. "What are you doing Cordelia? We use the LIMO. Doofus." She called me a doofus, how dare she! But what am I supposed to do about it? As I hop in the limo Rosalie scoots all the way to the other side of the car. I look out the window as the scenery speeds by while Rosalie examines her nails. We're here and the school is HUGE! All these people, hot boys and girls still in summer clothes even though it's the middle of winter. "Sister dear, you look like a hobo."
"Excuse me what do you mean? I'm in an Abercrombie shirt and Faded Glory jeans."
"Exactly, department store clothes. Hobo things. This school is all about Gucci, Prada, Juicy Couture, Christian Louboutin, and Rock & Republic. The best of the best. See you loser. You've been warned, so go home or suffer." Man, I'm so freaked. As I step out of the limousine I notice Rosalie is already with her friends. Some of which I recognize as Nicole Kidman's daughter, Laura, Brooke Shield's kid, Carly, and Demi Moore's little angel, Apple. The others I don't know. I take five steps forward and then Rosalie and her possy look over and laugh at me, then skip over to a group of boys. I see Rosalie grab one of the guy's arms and then start flirting with him. Gag me gross. I take another few steps and then stop midstride, because I see a gorgeous hunk. He has blond hair with a ting of red, super green eyes, and a muscly but not extremely so body. I think I'm in love. He looks my way, walks toward me, and waves. I wave back.
"Hey, I'm Edward. I see you're new here. What's your name?"
"I'm uh I'm I'm C-c-coco."
"Nice to meet you C-c-coco." He laughs an angelic laugh and says he'll see me later. I really hope so.
A few hours later and it's lunch time. I have no idea where to sit. Maybe my Edward? Yeah that's where I'll go. "Hi Edward, can I sit here?" He looks at me with disgust and just turns away from me, and never looks back or offers a seat. (sniff) I guess I'll sit alone. As I'm eating my lunch of a Caesar salad I keep hearing whispers behind my back. Then, a girl walks up to me and sits down with sympathetic look on her face.
"Oh I'm so sorry for you. But what's it like for you being well.... you?"
"Excuse me? I don't even know your name."
"Right, it's Rachel. Now back to my question, well?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Everyone knows, you don't have to lie."
"I really don't know."
"Fine be that way. The whole school knows why you moved here. So you can cheat on your boyfriend. We know your little secret, 'Coco'."
"To CHEAT?F! What the..."
"Let me finish. So you came here to cheat on your boyfriend. You moved here to be with your real parents because they're richer and so you can enjoy yourself because you think no one knows your dirty little secrets. So messed."
"Who told you this?"
"Rosalie of course. She's concerned and doesn't want you to be hated. Of course that's totally the opposite. You're the most hated girl of the whole school."
"Oh, but it's not true." No wonder Justin didn't want to be seen with me. I've been 'cheating' on my boyfriend. Not! When Rosalie said this will be a nightmare she meant it. I'm out of here! Ouch! Crap, it's Rosalie.
"Hello Coco. I see you've heard what I've spread around school. Don't you love it? How creative of me. If you don't leave now it'll only get worse. See you little sis. Or should I say 'playa'? Hahahaha."
Ugh! I hate this school, hate it, hate it, hate it! All because of Rosalie! I leave three hours before school even ended, I took the RTD to psychiatrist asking for advice on what to do (Yes, I know, things happens so fast). She told me that she's glad I went to her, she said if I don't stop ignoring the problem then she's afraid I might end up doing unspeakable things, like suicide. She said some things could end me up in jail!
"J-j-jail? Oh please! I would do anything not to go there. Help me, please! I need help so so so desperately, I need to clear this problem ASAP! Please! I'll pay anything! I'll do anything!" She told me just to pay her fifty bucks and she'll help me clear the problem in no time at all. Then I decided that's a load of crap and I'll just write in a diary. I mean this is the first major problem and I know I can handle it. I decide I'll go back to school and confront Rosalie.
Maybe I won't confront her, she's got too many friends with ways to get into magazines. They might say stuff about me. As I go to English History no one wants to sit with me. Why? Yeah the cheating thing, but supposedly it's solvable? It must be something else.
Yep, it's something else. I guess Rosalie saw me come back to school and spread some other rumor around. You know what it is? It's that I fricken' pee my pants at night and then wear the same pants the next day without washing them. How could she? Now I'm known as the sickly unhygienic cheating freak. And it's only my first day!