Chapter 7
Miranda's Best First Day
The fact that Miranda had a best first day of school was such an amazement for her rich family. She'd never liked school, even her two year old sister knew that. Her older brother, poor Simon, had to carry all her three heavy bags and his school bag. He hated how his sister would pile everything on him. Why does a fifteen year old girl have three heavy bags, you should ask? Well, one is for her clothes since she changes every two to three hours because they get too "old" for her. The second, for all her nineteen or twenty packs of make-up and all her creams for her face, and the third, her normal backpack.
Miranda was a snot-everybody at school knew that. Well, except for her friends. They thought she was perfectly fine. Even though her friends were also snotty, just like her. Should bully people and not get into trouble. Whatever she did bad, or wrong, she could buy it. And, she was the boss of the school. If she said that someone had to do something for her (like homework), you had to do it, or else she would scream. And her scream was always painful, no matter what. She screamed so loud the whole school might be able to hear it. She was spoiled rotten.
"Simon, put the bags in my room. I need to get ready for the party I'm holding tonight!"
"Okay, younger sister," he said painfully.
"Oh, and then, move everything in the living room to the sides of the room," she commanded.
"As you wish," Simon continued.
Miranda headed to the kitchen. She had some "jobs" to do before the party. Well, her "jobs" were talking on the phone, texting, going out on a horse ride with her horse, Starlight Dragon who was Black and had a white star. Practically all the fun stuff. She decided to do the most important ob, which was talking on the phone. She dialed her friend, Chrystelle and waited for her to pick up. As always, Chrystelle picked up.
"Hello, Chrystelle?" she asked.
"Oh, hi. What you doin'?" Chrystelle answered.
"Getting read for the party tonight. Are you going?" Miranda asked.
"Yes, I told you that before."
"Good. Well, Simon is getting ready for it. I'm commanding him to do things. Anyway, could you help me?" she asked.
"Wait, you need help? I thought you don't ever need help-you're rich. Or, have you turned into anti-Miranda?" Chrystelle, dumbly said.
"Sure, I need help. I'm not as smart as you are," Miranda commented.
"Okay, tell me your problem right from the beginning," Chrystelle told her giggling.
"Okay. So today I saw this really handsome and cute guy at lunch. Well, he's about my age and definitely new to the school," she told Chrystelle.
"So?" Chrystelle was confused.
"So... I want to date him," she explained. "Can't you think?"
"Miranda! I finished doing what you asked me to do!" Simon told her entering the kitchen.
"Wait one second. Simon, can't you tell that I'm talking on the phone?" she said. Simon shrugged.
"Ask him out," Chrystelle suggested.
"I can't, I saw him with Bonnie today. They were eating lunch together," Miranda said, annoyed.
"Oh, okay. I'll think of something. Bye, I have to go."
"Yeah, I better. Mom wants me to ride Starlight Dragon and get to know him better. She said that if I don't, I'll get grounded for a week."
"Wow, your mom is strict,: Chrystelle was amazed.
"And she calls it an "expectation" or something. Anyway, bye."
"Bye." Miranda hung up and went to get ready for horseback riding.
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When Miranda came back from taking a trail ride, she found out a way to get Bonnie out of the way.
"Why would Max want to talk with Bonnie-a loser and a suck up?" Miranda wondered to herself.
Her plan was to have Bonnie ask Max on a date-on a Friday, have Bonnie miss it for a reason she didn't know yet. Well, it was a good plan. She just had to come up with a reason for why Bonnie would miss it.
Now that her plan was figured out, it was time to get ready for the party.
