Chapter 9

"ANDREA! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" My father yelled again, from outside the door.

"This is the second time today. I didn't even have my earbuds in." I yawned lazily when I opened the door.

"This isn't the second time today! IT'S THE MORNING! GET TO SCHOOL!" He yelled in my face.

"Woah there!" I closed my eyes to shield myself from the Great Flying Spit.

"I got it. I accidentally fell asleep. Relax. Today isn't the super official day first day of school, for me." I tried to soothe him, rubbing my eyes at the same time.

"DON'T GET ALL RELAXED! IT'S STILL SCHOOL!" He yelled again, spit still flying every where. I smirked, then relaxed my face.

"Dad. Stop yelling. Spit is bad for my complexion. I'm a model/actress. My face, and my skin is very important. I already have one scar on my face." I winced like I was still sleepy. Which I was. Believe me. I just was already quite awake due to all the yelling.

"Hurry up." He spun away, marching down the steps.

"Looks like a That Girl." I chuckled softly, then turned back into my room. Closing the door firmly.

"For the first day of school, you should wear something that will impress the teachers, and the students. Especially the students." Kristen sat at my desk.

"GAH!" I jumped back in surprise. I fell down, against the wall.

"What are you doing in my room?" I gripped the handle of the door as I pulled myself up.

"I walked in while you were arguing with The Step-Dad." Kristen replied. Then coughed.

"Sick?" I sympathized. She nodded.

"I have some cough drops in the first drawer, if you want them." I offered. She opened it up and took them.

"Thanks. Mom never lets us have these." She popped one in her mouth. I walked over to my closet.

"Why not?" I pulled out one of my favorite shirts. Black netting over a black tank top, cinched at the waist.

"Because it's equivalent to candy in her head. I don't know why she would think Lia or I would eat them. We hardly ever eat candy." Kristen sighed.

"But it's still good to have them around when you're sick." I pointed out.

"Yeah. Mom still doesn't allow it. It's dumb." Kristen sulked a little.

"Yeah. I would agree. At least I can go get my own." I bragged a little, because Kristen and Lia weren't allowed to go around the city by themselves.

"Stop showing off or whatever. At least we're not recognized by everyone on the street."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"No, it's not a good thing. And-STOP! Don't even touch those pants." Kristen's voice was loud, even though she was sick. She winced.

"White ripped jeans. Black combat boots, and long necklace." She ordered.

"Got it, got it." I pulled out my only pair of non-black pants. White ripped jeans that I bought yesterday, because of Lia and Kristen's nagging.

"Combat boots." She growled. I walked over to my shoe rack and put them on. Kristen looked into my jewelry cabinet right next to my desk.

"These earrings." She handed some simple black star earrings to me.

"This necklace." She handed me a long necklace. A simple sun dial pendant as a charm.

"Got a white jacket?" She croaked.

"Sadly no. But I'll be fine. It's warm out today." I added to her horrified face.

"Oh! Good move. Gives boys a chance to give you their jacket." She winked.

"Go get 'em, Jaguar." She gave me a nickname.

"Isn't it usually some other cat, like a tiger?"

"I think jaguars are sexier. Much more seductive. " Kristen explained.

"Makes sense. Jaguars are pretty awesome." Jaguars used to be my favorite animal when I was younger. I never really thought of them like that, but whatever.

"So. You look ready for school. But are you mentally prepared?" Kristen grinned mischievously. Prying away for nervousness. Even when she's sick, she's such a little devil.

"Well, you gotta admit. Transferring in the middle of November is a little odd, but I'm not really nervous. Being an actress has it's pluses." I returned the mischievous grin. She frowned.

"Gotta go!" I grabbed my bag, which matched everything. And I mean, EVERYTHING in my closet. I loved this bag.

"Go! Go, grinning fool!" She yelled hoarsely as I swept out of the room.

"Took you long enough." My father muttered.

"You were waiting?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. I have to drive Lia to school, so I figured I would bring you as well. Thank goodness Lia's school starts later then yours." He grabbed the keys.

"Relax father. I'm heading to school myself. Did I mention my sense of direction is excellent?"

"How?" He looked at me like I was crazy. Which I am, I'm just excellent at hiding it. That, or I've changed. But I know the craziness is still there.

"I can walk. It's possible. Besides, I missed my morning run. I need to be in top shape. Maria's orders." I sighed at the last part. I hated running. Why run when you can bike? But I lost my bike privileges when I started learning to do tricks. Trick biking... So much fun. Until you get hurt, but that's besides the point.

"Bye!" I waved, and walked out the door, jogging down the sidewalk. I noticed that the truck from yesterday was gone. Looks like I couldn't hitch a ride, even if Lysander was there.

I had no clue where I was going, but the school couldn't be that hard to find, could it?