Lily decided I was up for being axed on my first day at Pillar High School.
When you walk onto the Pillar campus, you realize you just stepped off the bus into Posh Land. Everyone has a Mercedes or a Viper. Everyone wears designer shades to block the desert sun, walks around in Prada shoes and Armani clothes, and carries Gucci purses. Everyone has a Droid phone and perfectly manicured nails - even the guys.
Everyone but me.
I'm Alyssa Carde, and I was as neutral as Switzerland. I was also the chick who just fell onto the set for the Stepford Students and couldn't seem to figure out how the heck she got there.
Ignoring the freaky supermodel girls shooting me unfathomable looks and darting past guys with killer smiles and serial killer eyes, I managed to wiggle through the front doors. It wasn't that everyone at Pillar was hot. There were lots of kids with acne, messy hair, baby fat, muffin tops, and chapped lips. That wasn't it. But they all had something, something that drew the eye, made you look twice.
It was enough to drive me nuts.
I had learned at an early age to blend. No one should've been looking twice at me. But because I was so nondescript, I stuck out like a sore thumb against the backdrop of snotty rich kids in designer jeans. No problem for me, though. I couldn't have cared less. I just wanted to get through my senior year and disappear, maybe hit BYU on my way out of the public eye. They had a great English program, and my dad was an alumnus.
Contemplating the future has led to the downfall of many: Hitler, Napoleon, and even George Bush. But I'd never expected it to be mine.
Thinking about my college plans forced me to not look where I was going, thus forcing me to smack right into some blond girl in white jeans and a white cashmere sweater. Without a word other than a sharp exclamation of "ugh" she turned around and slapped me, as hard as she could, across the face.
My mouth dropped open. My cheek was on fire.
Then I spoke.
Bad idea.
"Bitch, you are so dead," and I slugged her right in her perfect, surgically-plumped little mouth.
I found out later this was Lily Whitmoor.
After I got hauled into the Principal's office.
