Octavian Country Day Preparatory School
The Auditorium
8:45 AM
September 3rd, 2012
Alicia Rivera sat with her tanned legs crossed in OCDP's auditorium room. She had been adjusting her body for the long forty-five minutes she had been in the gym and just couldn't get comfortable. Finally, the overly enthusiastic school counselor introduce Alicia, Kristen, Dylan, and Claire's principal for the next four years, Principal Beason. Out of familiarity, Alicia expected a student to "Caw, Caw!" at the principal, but Alicia remembered she wasn't at OCD anymore. She was no longer in 8th grade. She was no longer Massie Block's beta. She was her own alpha, and she was the alpha of the three gorgeous, enviable, and desirable girls sitting to her left and right.
Alicia took a sip from the green straw of the vanilla Frappuccino that she had gotten that morning before coming to school. Kristen and Claire were to her right and were each sipping on a chai latte. Dylan was to her left, dropping blueberry scone crumbs on her Diane Von Furstenburg wrap dress.
After hitting Starbucks and arriving to school, the girls first got their lockers, put in their Kate Spade notebooks and Tiffany and Co. pens, then made the walk down to the auditorium. They walked between beautiful hallways with nothing but glass walls and a beautiful outside view of the school's prided lake, golf course, and picturesque views of rolling hills.
Once the girls got to the older part of the building, the glass hallways connecting building to building-so the students weren't forced to walk outside, though that was an option- turned into brick walls with massive windows and doors leading to an outside sitting area on each side. A picnic table, which was large enough to seat six people engaged in a top-secret conversation, sat on both sides of the hallway on the outside. The newly renovated interiors showcased old brick walls and high ceilings, while having updated doors, lockers, and posters encouraging clean hands and reading.
Overall, Alicia had been very impressed with the campus. The added on sections were clean, modern, and crisp, while the older sections were beautiful and obviously older, while not being stuffy.
When the girls had entered the Auditorium, eighty-five percent of the school was already present, giving Alicia, Dylan, Claire, and Kristen a perfect entrance. Before the introductions and speeches about basic and new rules began, many girls had come up to the PC, asking how they were handling Massie's absence. With a tight-lipped and NARS glossed smile, Alicia had informed the girls on the fact that, although Massie's departure was hard, they were all moving on.
"And we now have a new cell phone policy. Previously, your phones were not to be out anywhere on campus. Now, you are allowed to have your cell phone anywhere but in the classroom unless permitted otherwise," Principal Beason said, just as Alicia decided to key-in on the speaker.
"Freshmen, your first day will include getting to know your teachers and the campus. After the first week of school we'll begin 'taking care of business,'" the principal laughed at her own oldie joke. Out of politeness, some teachers joined in and gave a light chuckle.
"She's clever," Alicia said sarcastically while admiring her freshly manicured nails in Chanel's Midnight Red nail varnish. She and the PC had gotten their nails done yesterday afternoon after a last-minute shopping trip. Dylan, Kristen, and Claire snickered into their palms at Alicia's sarcasm and received a stern look from Principal Beason.
"I can tell I'll be getting to know some of you very well this year," Principal Beason said, staring with her dark green eyes at the four girls. "Please remember, do be respectful to your teachers and peers. We will not tolerate bullying or backtalk her at Octavian Country Day Preparatory School. That's all. Have an amazing school year," Principal Beason adjusted her double breasted blazer and signed off. The school's energetic counselor dismissed the girls of OCDP, telling them that the café was now opened and serving breakfast and to please make their way there.
"Did it seem like she was talking to us? You don't think Principal Burns told her all about us, do you? She didn't really like anyone but you, Leesh," Kristen worried aloud. She tugged on her braided colorful Aztec-printed bracelets. Over the summer, she had created a jewelry, clothing, makeup, and accessory shop on Etsy and began making her own money. Good money, too. Kristen always wore her own jewelry and accessory designs now. She refused to wear any other.
"Kris, stop worrying," Alicia said, taking Kristen's left hand off of her bracelet as the four girls walked out of the Auditorium to the café for breakfast. "So what if she did? We haven't done anything wrong yet. She's probably just trying to intimidate us. Which is completely imposs," Alicia assured Kristen.
"What do you think they'll have for breakfast?" Dylan asked, hungrily.
"I was just wondering the same thing!" Claire said, piping up.
"I bet they'll have biscuits, gravy, eggs, sausage, pancakes.." Dylan trailed off, losing everyone's attention but Claire's.
"I mean, not that I care. I'm on a diet," Dylan said with a flip of her curly firey red hair.
"Dyl," Alicia whined. "You don't need to be on another diet. We love you just the way you are!"
"No, it's a good one. My mom suggested it!" Dylan tried.
"So you brought your own lunch?" Claire said with a sad expression. "I need someone to pig out with me. Alicia and Kristen will probably just get an apple or something, and I'll have a full plate!"
"No! It's easy. I eat whatever I want for the three basic meals, have a small snack between, and work with my personal trainer in the afternoons! See? I'm already getting guns," Dylan said playfully, making her arm muscle bulge.
"Dang, Dyl! You're catching up to me," Kristen joked.
Alicia laughed and hooked arms with Dylan and Kristen. Claire hooked a pale arm through Kristen's golden arm. The four beautiful girls walked side-by-side to the school's expansive café, not even noticing the envious glares jealous girls threw their way.