KRISTENS APARTMENT

KRISTENS ROOM

Saturday, February 28th

11:05 A.M.

"Kristen! You better not make a mess in here!" Kristen's mom yelled while she frantically searched for her coat. Her stingy mom was finally letting Kristen have some friends over, now that they knew she was poor. Kristen flipped through the channels on their non-cable TV. They recently got rid of cable so they could pay their taxes. Of course nothing was on except but who would want to watch that?

"Alright, mom." Kristen groaned.

"You're dad will be in his room, painting. As usual," Her mom said in a stern voice.

"Alright, mom."

"And don't be so loud with your friends, or they won't be coming back."

"I got it, mom!" She whined, turning off the TV and going to the mirror to fix her hair.

"I'll be back at 7:00." Her mom left without even saying goodbye. Massie and the PC knocked on the door about a minute after her mom left.

"Oh gawd, guys. You should have heard my mom being all bitchy. Don't be loud. Don't bother you're dad. Don't be loud… Gawd she's so ah-nnoying!" Kristen complained as she let her friends in.

"Well, nice place," Massie put on a smile as she took a look around, "At least is smells better than my grandmother's apartment."

Kristen smiled as Dylan raided her refrigerator as if she had lived there forever. "Whoa, chill Dyl. We're not at an all you can eat buffet. Have some manners." Alisha said as she looked at Kristen's little kid pictures. Her house was pretty nice for an apartment. Almost everything was beige carpet except for in the kitchen, which was scuffed up wood. They only had one TV, which was pretty small. It seemed cozy for a family of three.

Kristen led them to her room. "Eh. My. Gawd." The girls said in unison. The girls checked behind them to make sure they were still in the tiny apartment.

The room had a cheap blue light hanging from the ceiling and a couple other green lights positioned around the room. The ground was tile, blue and orange. A white sheet that had been paint splattered (ah-bviously done by Kristen) lay across the one person bed. Old shirts were stretched over a variety of different sized pillows. Her desk was painted lime green and a calm blue. Hundreds of books were stacked all over her room. Her mirror was covered with permanent marker, glitter, and paint. Hats, jewelry, and other accessories covered her dresser. The room didn't look like it belonged to a poor, study-crazy girl. It looked like it was one of those makeover rooms in Vogue magazine.

Everyone bursted in excitement after the moment of silence and examined everything in the room. Even though everything was homemade, it was the hottest room they had ever seen. Everything went perfect until Claire moved over a white laundry basket that had scarves and stuffed animals piled on top of it to reveal a wood door.

"What's in here?" Claire asked, reaching for the doorknob coved in ribbon.

"DON'T GO IN THERE!" Kristen cried. Claire did anyway.

What was in there surprised everyone. Well, the shelf didn't. Soccer trophies and ribbons dangled from everywhere. But the walls shocked the girls.

Fabulous shirts and skirts and jewelry was pinned on the wall, along with papers with hott sketches on them. "Kristen, how many other secrets are you keeping from us?" Massie said slowly

"Well, I've never told anyone…"

"Spill!" Massie yelled.

"Okay… well, I design clothes. I mean, I barely ever wear them. I sell them. That's how I make money. Most of it goes in my fund." Kristen explained, ready for her friends to freak out and say how lame that is. For a couple seconds it was complete silence. Kristen went over to a pair of navy blue boy shorts with blue stripes down the side. She fixed the tie and looked at her friends.

"You totally have to teach me how to make clothes." Alicia exclaimed and grabbed a satin, pink tank top off the wall that said HOTT in black letters on the front. TPC started fussing over her designs and a huge smile grew on Kristen's face.

"Totally!" Kristen grabbed a ton of fabric from a basket in the corner and led them to the middle of the room. It was once she taught the girls how to use a sewing machine that it got crazy. They fought over the fabric and were screaming like crazy. It was when Kristen made a tiny thong and put it on over her pants that her dad came in. All the laughter faded when they saw how serious he was.

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?" Mr. Gregory's face matched the red paint splattered on his apron.

"Daddy!" Kristen screeched.

"You messed up my painting, and KRISTEN! WHAT ARE YOU WEARING! You girls need get out of my house! You are a bad influence on my daughter and you are getting on my last nerve. I thought we raised you well!"

"Dad, raised me well? I'm not a chicken." Kristen snapped. The pretty committee giggled but immediately stopped at the look of her dad.

"Girls. Leave. NOW!" He yelled and stormed out of the room. Kristen walked out and left with the girls. They decided to visit some neighbors. (or bug them. Whichever was more fun)

"Sorry bout that. My dad is so ignorant." Kristen said.

"That was fun though!" Massie said, skipping down the halls. She would wave at whoever passed by, and most of them waved back.

"Yeah and look at the bright side. He's not shy!" Alicia said as everyone cracked up.

As they walked down a hall, they ran into a cute, short girl coming out of room 256. She had long black hair with goldish highlights that was put in a high ponytail. She had bangs pushed to the side and was Spanish. Her nose was turned up. Dylan, who was self-conscious of her own nose, always made herself feel better when she thought that when the girls with those cute little noses get older, they look like pigs and if VERY unattractive. The girl was pretty in a cute 9 year old way. She looked short enough to be nine, but she had big boobs so she was probably just always going to be short. She had a Dooney and Bourke backpack (which was probably fake) and wore limited too jeans and an Aeropostale shirt.

"Who are you?" said Kristen in disgust. She was furious that a 4th grader had a bigger chest than her.

"I'm Sara Jensen! I just moved here. I'm going to be going to… Octavian County Day School, I think." Sara said in a perky but sophisticated voice.

Kristen sighed in relief, but was still mad. "So wait, what grade are you in?"

"Seventh. How about you?"

"Holy crap. You're in seventh grade!" Dylan shouted, looking at her tiny feet, probably size 2s. They were probably really loose in her white Keds, which she colored pink stripes on. Dylan hissed at how skinny Sara was. When she was that short, she weighed probably twice as much as Sara. Luckily, she lost a ton of weight recently, even though she's still not happy with how skinny she is.

"I know I'm short, but it runs in my family. You should see my dog!" Sara chuckled. Even though she had the corniest laugh ever, Claire liked her immediately. When Claire was wearing Keds, she was shy and definitely not proud that she couldn't afford designer clothes. But Sara was totally free to be herself, and she had a cute laugh.

"Well, yeah we're in 7th grade. Ehmygawd. Who is that!" Massie said quietly about a guy standing in the room that Sara just came out of. As a matter of fact, Massie was barely even paying attention to the little girl. She had an immediate spot in the bathrooms for lunch. Massie thought the munchkin would be a complete LBR. But, well, Massie got a 29 on her last chemistry quiz. She wasn't all that bright.

"That's my cousin. He had some issues with his parents. They're kinda in jail. He lives with us. He's my age and used to live in Illinois. His name is Riley," Sara said, signaling him to come over. "Riley meet… um… sorry, I didn't catch you're names."

"I'm Alicia Rivera. This is Massie Block, Dylan Marvil, Kristen Gregory, and Claire Lyons." Alicia said. She leaned up to him and threw her hair behind her shoulder. It was ah-bvious that she liked him.

"I live in apartment 217," Kristen bragged as she looked right into his eyes. Guys totally love it when you look directly at them.

"Cool." Riley said as he brushed his hair out of his eyes. He had brown hair with red highlights in front. His blue eyes looked so hot and you could just fall right into them. He was totally a skater. Skaters from Briarwood were normally all losers. But he had tight pants, which were probably girl pants, a skater belt, and an element shirt. (note from author: that's how skaters in Illinois dress. Vurry hott.) He turned around and walked back into the room.

Alicia turned to her friends and lightly patted her heart to show that she finally found her true love, even though he only said one word, and it was barely even to her. It was totally obvious that even though all the girls, except Alicia, had boyfriends, they all felt the same. But, of course, Alicia was going to get him so they would all be taken.

Wow was all Alicia said.

"What's wow?" Sara said as she pushed her bangs to the side.

"Just… wow." Alicia smiled ear to ear as she looked at his cute little butt from across the room.