Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2: Bubblegum Bandits

The Bus came to a screeching halt, a few steps away from the entrance of Lakeview Academy. Butterflies did flips in my stomach as I balanced my weight onto my Calvin Kleins. Moving my white-blonde hair behind my ears, I gulped and made my way off the bus, one step at a time. Once my foot touched the pavement, I felt a sense of accomplishment, feeling invincible. I strutted to the revolving door pretending like I was on my way to the podium to accept an Oscar.
The lobby was like any other private school lobby, except for the floor to ceiling crown molding, gleaming black and white tiles, and a big mahogany desk. A long line stretched from the desk all the way to the door with impatient students waiting for their schedules. Pacing in line I wondered about which teachers I would receive.
Time ticked away, until I finally reached the desk. A petite, silver haired woman with horn-rimmed glasses sat behind the desk eyeing me.

“Name?” she asked with a British accent.

“Nallah Richardson” I pronounced.

The woman handed me a manila envelope with a red wax seal, and simply said “Next”, before I could even say “Thank you”.
I took a seat in a leather recliner chair and carefully opened the envelope. The Lakeview Academy’s anchor logo was stamped in the upper left hand corner, along with my name written in neat cursive. Scanning down the sheet, I read the names of my teachers.

“Mrs. Gregory, Ms. Dickens, Ms. Adams, Mrs. Ingalls.”

A bell sounded three times, before a voice came over the loud speaker.

“Welcome students! I am your principal, Mrs. Bleu with some morning announcements regarding your schedule….”

Whatever Mrs. Bleu said next, I didn’t pay the least bit of attention to. I was too busy staring at a tall olive-skinned girl who entered the lobby, followed by two others, identically dressed. They were each wearing peach lace cardigans, with white knee-length slacks and gladiator sandals. I was sure my mouth was hanging open by then, as the woman at the front desk greeted them by name, and pulled at the neckline of her turtleneck. The “leader” rolled her eyes, and blew a pearly pink bubble, showing her whitened teeth. The other two girls did the same in unison. Snapping out of my trance, I zoned back in hearing the voice over the loud speaker dismiss us to our first period classes. Rising to my feet, I smoothed out my skirt and thought out loud.

“I might just have some competition.”

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1: Nallah the Great

A brass needle was clamped between my front teeth, as I impatiently tugged at the hem of a newly fashioned vest with my bedazzled seam ripper. I quickly returned it to my messy bun, and pushed my barefoot on my sewing machine peddle. The sound of the rapid needle hitting the washed denim drowned out the voice of my Mom yelling up the stairs. Irritated, I stopped midway and screamed back.
“WHAT?”
“Nallah, if you don’t get down here soon, you will be late for school!” My Mom yelled back.
Drat. I had forgotten about today being my first day at Lakeview Academy for Girls. Straightening my slouched back, I finished my project, and hung the new vest on my old yellowing cloth manikin. Standing back to observe my first-day-of-school ensemble, I giggled.
“Those Lakeview girls better step back. Nallah Richardson has arrived.”
Slipping off my silky night gown, and on my coral colored scoop neck blouse, white jean rhinestone embossed vest, and a matching mini. Squeezing my feet into my Calvin Klein size 9 wedges, and pinching my pale cheeks for color, I was all ready to go. Quickly I checked my clear, smooth skin for zits, or stray hairs plummeting down in front of my eyes.
“Bye Mom!” I said eyeing myself one last time in the hall mirror.
“Wait!” My Mom yelled as she scrambled into the hallway with a camera tucked in her hands.
“M-om” I complained, but in truth I was in such a good mood, I wasn’t even going to let this irritate me.
After my Mom had snapped about 20 pictures of me, and had kissed me about 200 times, I made it out of the door. Sloshing through the dew-moistened grass I put a hand on the top of my head, protecting my hair from the uncontrollable and unpredictable wind. Almost as if by magic, the bus appeared before me, my new enemy namely the wind pushing the exhaust into my face. Eyes burning, I walked up the short steps hoping I wouldn’t topple over in my new shoes. Staring at all the new faces, I smiled and waved, like a newly crowned princess overlooking her kingdom. After a couple seconds, I quickly sat down, after the bus drivers rolling eyes were reflected in the rear-view mirror. I fluffed my hair, crossed my legs and waited what seemed like hours before I could see the castle- err school- on the horizon....

Introduction.

Hey Everyone! This is a Story-Blog, with context COMPLETELY written by me, Katy. I will be adding a new chapter once or maybe twice a week, if I have the time. :) Visit my other blog, www.katysfashionblog.blogspot.com, and stay fashionable!

Yours, Katy