"Wake up, Olivia!" groaning, Olivia Morris rolled over and pressed the snooze button on her alarm clock. "Don't you try that with me, young lady!" Oh, yeah. She forgot that her mom had programmed that response if she tried to hit the snooze. "C'mon Olivia, you don't want to be late!" spoke her own voice again. Yes I do, Thought the real Olivia. "Think about it, Liv. If you don't get up, you won't get to talk to Leon today!" that got her going. The name of her crush always did. Cursing herself for recording that particular message onto her alarm clock, Olivia jumped out of bed.
Olivia Morris was tall for her age. She had long, wavy light brown hair that reached down almost to her butt, and piercing green eyes. Olivia was very popular at school, and had tons of friends. Almost everybody knew who she was, and most of them considered her the height of coolness and fashion. Olivia and her best friend, Mara, always set the new trends, and they were two of the prettiest girls in their grade.
Olivia went over to her closet and opened the door. Hmmm, what to wear today? She wondered. After debating for about five minutes, she finally decided on her light pink mini-skirt with the silver buckle, and her white polo shirt with the words "I Kissed Orlando" in sparkly-pink letters on the front. Olivia wasn't normally this preppy; she was sort of a girly-punk rocker cross. But since she was already wearing girly clothes, why not go all the way? Walking over to her dresser, she rummaged around until she found her makeup box. She put on a hint of blush, and some pink lip gloss. From her jewelry box she took out a pink charm bracelet with a soccer ball and a flute charm on it and -of course- a copy of the One Ring on a chain. She wore that everyday.
Suddenly, her alarm clock started to talk again. "Get a move on, Liv! You wanna miss the bus?" Olivia looked at the clock and groaned. Her mom couldn't drive her to school today, and she doubted her older sister Charlotte would agree to. At 15, Charlotte was at her rebellious stage. She never did anything anyone asked her to. Rushing over to her hat stand, Olivia completed her outfit with a pink baseball cap with the words 'girly' written across the top, a fuzzy pink scrunchy, and her pink sandals. She was ready to go.
Olivia tore down the stairs, grabbed her backpack (white, so no matter what she wore, it would always match), said a hurried goodbye to her parents and two sisters, and was out the door.
After a mad dash across her front lawn, and almost missing the bus in the process, Olivia sat down, breathless, next to her best friend, Mara.
"What's up, Liv?" Mara asked, then scrutinized her outfit. "Woah, you went with the 'all-girl' look, huh?" Mara was dressed in a punkish outfit that day. She was wearing a black mini-skirt, and a black polo shirt with "Don't Mess with Me" written all over it. Her white-blond, shoulder length hair was pulled up into a mess bun, with the ends sticking out.
"Yep. And you went with punk rocker." Olivia grinned at her friend. They loved mixing and matching outfits. "Hey, did Liam get on the bus?"
"Nope. He must be getting a ride. Lucky him." Mara wrinkled her nose, looking at some sixth grade boys yelling and laughing in the front seats. "I hate riding with the sixth graders. They're so immature."
"I know. I can't wait 'til we get to high school next year. Things will be so different. Maybe Leon will like me. Olivia added silently.
Mara laughed. "I know what you're thinking. You're hoping that Leon will like you, right?"
Olivia laughed, too. "Yep, basically." Even though she should be used to it by now, having been best friends with Mara since kindergarten, she sometimes still couldn't believe how much they could read each other's minds.
Mara sighed happily. "Ah, true love. I'm just glad I have Chris." Chris was Mara's boyfriend, whom she had been going out with since the beginning of their eighth grade year.
"Lucky." Olivia playfully shoved at Mara, who ducked out of the way, laughing.
Straitening up, Mara looked out the window. "Oh great, we're at the torture chamber already. And I have a math test first period." Mara hated math, and was infamous among the teachers for having a horrible attitude about it, much like Olivia's attitude about science.
"Ouch," said Olivia sympathetically, as they walked down the bus aisle together, dodging the annoying sixth graders. "Just try to get at least a D- on this, 'kay, Mara?" The girls walked up to the school's front door and went inside. The smell of chalk dust and erasers immediately rushed to meet them.
Mara laughed. "I'll think about it. 'Bye, Elf Ears!" she called, using another one of Olivia's nicknames, given to her because he had excellent hearing. Her 20-10 vision earned her the name, 'Elf Eyes' as well.
"Seeya at lunch!" Olivia shouted back, going in the opposite direction from her friend. Little did she know that she was not, in fact, going to see Mara at lunch- or any other time for a long, long while.
