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Perfectly manicured nails traveled along the Armani black mid length skirt and the silken white blouse. Black and white was a perfect combination for a day like Monday. In high school, you didn't know what to expect. It was either going to be a good day or an atrocious one. For Claire Standish, she felt that she mostly had good days. With her group of peers that she surrounded herself with, it was like walking into a kingdom than Shermer High School. When she passed by those hallways, she knew that all eyes were on her and the group of friends. One girl as pretty as the other, but she was the only redhead of the group and she felt she had the advantage. Red hair was a rare trait and was something that her friends envied! Blond and brunettes could be found anywhere in that school, but red hair...one would have to look very attentively to find it.

Taking care of that hair required a daily morning ritual. She carefully combed it to the side as she sat in front of her vanity mirror. The young girl that reflected before her may have seemed like she had everything that she could ask, but in every teenager, there was something dark hidden. However, Claire did not want to show this nor did she want to believe it, but her eyes would always see it. Setting her comb on the counter of her vanity mirror, she applied a small amount of eyeliner beneath her eyes and natural eyeshadow on her upper lids, which was just enough to bring out the color of her fawn-like eyes. She finished pampering her face with a last touch of lip gloss that made her cherub lips glisten. Lastly, she strapped on her black kitten heels and headed downstairs for some breakfast.

Her usual breakfast was light, which consisted of cooked egg whites, toast, and fruit with yogurt. It may had not seemed much, but she had to maintain her figure especially that prom was only a few months away. Prom was an event that she couldn't wait for. Some her friends had even found their dates and when they asked Claire if she had a date yet, she only smile and said, "a lady never tells." To her surprise, Claire didn't understand why she hadn't found a date yet. No one had bothered to go up to her and ask and it wasn't as if she was going to ask a guy. According to her grandmother, a lady never asks a gentleman wether it was for a date or for going to a dance. Then why did Claire feel so impatient about it?

Trying to push the thought of prom away from her mind, she busied herself by looking at a fashion magazine. Some of the clothes that were featured on the magazine were the ones that were hot on the market and ones that Claire believed she could afford. A beautiful brown long skirt by Ralph Lauren was on the magazine and it was perfectly matched with a white scarf, knee high boots, and a pink V-neck blouse. Pink was her favorite color and contrasted well with her hair. Not to mention that bomber leather jacket looked very lovely to wear on the pink blouse.

Taking a sip of her orange juice, Claire tore the page from the magazine and stuffed it inside her backpack. She was going to save that page as a reminder for her to get that outfit. She heard footsteps coming down the stairs and looked up, seeing her father in his businessman clothes and a briefcase. "Morning dad," she greeted him, feeling to urge to ask him for some money.

"Morning honey," her father smiled as he made himself some toast and a cup of coffee.

Claire glanced down at her backpack and then looked up at her father. "I saw this nice outfit in the magazine and-" she was about to say before her father interrupted her.

"Wallet is on the counter by the door. Take whatever you need," her father said and bit onto his toast.

If her mother was here, she would have been scolding her father for spoiling Claire and her father would be defend himself by saying that Claire was his 'little princess.' The arguments that they exchanged with one another, with Claire being the primary topic, made her feel tense. Due to their arguments, it made Claire understand why her brother had decided to move away...far away from them and start his own life. Claire missed him. He had been present when their parents fought and she would always go to him for comfort. However, the day that he left was the day that Claire knew she was going to have to comfort herself. Even she couldn't wait until she was out of this house. If she could, and she hoped that it would happen, she would leave the country and go to France. Her brother would most likely be waiting for her there and who knew? Maybe they would be neighbors.

A smile appeared on Claire's lips as she gave her father an enthusiastic hug and went towards the door. Taking her father's wallet, she took out a couple of bills and neatly folded them before placing them in her purse. She waited for her father by the doorway and hoped that he would hurry. She hated having to go to the office with a tardy slip and then face the unsatisfied look of the vice principle. One of the benefits of being sixteen was that she was one step away from having her own car, and she could drive wherever she wanted to. "Dad come on!" Claire exclaimed.

Taking the last sip of his coffee, Mr. Standish walked out of the door as Claire followed. Settling into the passenger seat, Claire put on her Ray Ban sunglasses as the car drove away from her house and towards the road of Shermer High.