Chapter 4- Nailed it

I stood in my vaulting shoes, leggings, and tank top before my new vaulting team. There were only three people including me. The girls' names were Eliza and Maize. Our coach seemed very nice. She was twenty-five and insisted that we call her Stephanie. I was glad she was young; she was very agile and could teach us in a very up-close and personal way.

"I'm assuming you all know the vaulting compulsories." Said Stephanie with a somewhat concerned facial expression. We all smiled and nodded. "Tell me about yourselves."

The two girls were roommates and they were both in the eighth grade. They had both competed in several high-intensity vaulting competitions and had four-minute freestyle routines they performed at the canter. This was impressive, but I was just as experienced, if not more.

We all sat around the vaulting barrel stretching and exchanging info on ourselves while Stephanie set up the vaulting barrel. When she finished she was a little red in the cheeks from hauling the protective mats.

"I was thinking that we do our group vaulting routine to "Hello" by Adele. What do you girls think?"

I smiled. Adele was like, my favorite singer ever. Besides Taylor Swift. The other girls seemed down with it, too. Stephanie played the song a few times to get the feel of it into our bodies then we got to brainstorming. Our first competition was less than a month away, I soon learned. Canterwood sure didn't wait to jump on it and put pressure on us.

"I usually started off the song at my old stable. I wouldn't mind being the first person on the horse." Stephanie nodded and we all agreed that I would be the best person to start off the song. Once I mounted the barrel, we let our imaginations fly.

"I say she mounts then stand and waves her arms in a modern dance style situations. Then she could dramatically fall back and somersault." I laughed at Eliza's suggestion and she did, too. It wasn't a bad suggestion, but we both knew it sounded ridiculous when she tried to explain it. Stephanie turned on the music and it worked. We decided to keep it.

Before we knew it, our time was up and we were all wishing we had more than an hour and a half together. I rushed back to the dorm and showered. Cassidy was awake and she had pancakes for us both waiting on our coffee table. I thanked her and we both ate quickly. I straightened my air and dressed in skinny jeans and a cute coral colored tank top. I pulled on a white knee-length cardigan in case it got windy.

While Cassidy took her time in the bathroom, I decided to take advantage of my extra time and do my makeup special for the school day. I carefully took my most prized possession off of my nightstand; my makeup case was beautiful. It was filled with good makeup from prestigious brands.

I applied a light coat of foundation and put on a tiny bit of highlighter to make my cheeks and nose pop. Then, I applied my luxurious sculpting mascara and shimmery pink eye shadow. I couldn't leave my precious Bobbi Brown eyeliner out of the mix, so I gave myself a small cat-eye and called it good.

I was peering at myself in the mirror when Cassidy walked out of the bathroom all ready for school.

"Oh. My. God." Cassidy stared at me with wide eyes and I immediately freaked out.

"Where's the spider?! Get it off!" I jumped around in circles slapping myself like a lunatic before Cassidy firmly informed me that there was no spider or other insects within the building. She had used extremely toxic bug repellant before I came back from vaulting. Just kidding, but she may have implied that she sprayed for bugs earlier in the week.

"What is it then?" I asked only mildly freaked out. I was looking at myself in the mirror one more time when Cassidy walked over to me.

"You look soooo pretty. C-can I touch your hair?" I laughed. I got that a lot when I straightened my hair back at home. It was such a contrast to my normally wavy and frizzy hair. "Sure." I giggled.

"It's not just your hair," Cassidy continued. "You're makeup is incredible." I smiled I loved makeup, but I usually didn't go as full-out as I did today.

"Why thank you, Mademoiselle," I said in a French accent as I held out my hand. "I believe we have a class to get to."

We grabbed our backpacks and sprinted to the English class. The teacher was pretty out of it and we just did our homework for the day in class. Nothing was too exciting. I wasn't expecting anything special in algebra either, but Elise immediately sat next to me.

"I like your makeup." She said with a small smile. I couldn't quite place it, but something was off. She's never talked to me in Algebra before. Curious.

The math teacher tried explaining some crazy theory about triangles, but I seemed to be the only person actually listening. After a lot of rambling about the angles, Elise raised her hand.

"Excuse me, but isn't there a rule about not wearing flashy makeup?" She put on an angelic smile and I immediately knew she was talking about me. She was totally like Scarlett O'Hara. Only doing what is best for her. This way, she'll be the favorite of the teachers. Pathetic.

"Hm. I suppose there is, Elise. Ophelia, I'm going to have to give you a detention. The handbook clearly states that no 'flashy' makeup can be worn during class. This includes anything other than natural looks." I put on a sweet smile as well. This must have been one of the rules I didn't hear Madison go over.

"My sincerest apologies. It will never happen again." I smiled again. Today was going to be great. I think I just made my first enemy. Yay.