Prada bag in hand, I strutted down the hallway, my Gucci heels stabbing the floor. I looked fabulous in my long sleeved white cardigan, silver sequin top, blue skinny jeans and silver heels.
I walked down the steps, and that was when I saw her.
Was she my next victim?
I held my breathe and leaped over the banister, landing right in front of her, knees bent, hair billowing, eyes like daggers.
I giggled as a girl landed in front of me.
"OMG! You scared me!" I said, glaring.
I glared for a little while, then a grin spread across my face.
"It was cool, though, are your parents horror movie stars too?"
"It was meant to scare you" I said, grinning evilly.
"Thanks, it's my speciality, and I guess you could say you're about to star in a real horror movie"
"Omigosh thank you!!!" I squealed, hugging her.
"I've always wanted to star in a horror film, just like mommy! That is such a big compliment! Hi, I'm Sierra!"
I intended on killing her, but she was so sweet.
Did I actually LIKE her?!
"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" I asked, looking deep into her eyes.
"I'm Aliara" I said, trying to sound confident.
I outstretched my perfectly manicured hand for her to shake.
Sierra outstretched her hand, if I touched her, I would be in M.A.J.O.R trouble.
"I have to go!" I said nervously.
My hair whipped her face as I spun around, running as fast as my feet would carry me down the corridor.
"Ok, bye!" I said, waving.
Once she was gone, I sighed. I had never been rejected before.
Was there something wrong with my manicure? Do I have something in my teeth? Is my outfit...UGLY??? I wondered, walking to my locker and inspecting myself in the mirror.