Behind The Barbie...
As I swiftly slid my car into a space, my stomach twisted over.
I checked my bronzer in the car mirror, just to check it wasn't blotchy.
It was fine. I never used to wear it but all the American girls would be tanned and gorgeous.
I looked at my straight red hair. I'd twisted my bangs back and plaited some underneath sections.
I look a little bit like Ariana Grande sometimes, today was one of those days.
I stepped out of the car, with my Louis Vuitton shoulder bag containing my makeup bag, hairbrush and nothing else.
As I locked the car, I headed towards the room I recognized as Tutor, from my visit earlier this month.
What do they call tutors in America? I wondered.
Suddenly, I saw a girl, standing with her friend, and a boy.
The girls had big teased hair, and I vaguely recognized one.
Suddenly, the girl I recognized with the bleach-blonde hair saw me.
She waved and smiled, beckoning me over.
I smiled, keeping my cool, and walked over to where they were standing.
'Marley! You remember me, Alaria, right?'
'Yeah.' I was relived to see a friendly face.
'This is my best friend Emma, and this is Brendyn.'
'Hey guys.' I smiled, they all seemed really nice.
Emma pulled me into a hug.
'Alaria, she's gorgeous!'
'Hey!' I laughed, but i was glad of the compliments.
As the bell rang, Brendyn filtered off and Emma's face sunk.
'I'm sure he'll come back for you later,' I smiled, trying to make her happier.
Then She linked mine and Alaria's arms, and said:
'This will be the best Summer Semester ever! We're all going to be best friends!'
And, although what she'd said sounded slushy, I was so relieved.
I was going to fit in, with these rich, gorgeous, funny girls.
Who were just like me.
And the fake-ness?
Well, I could adapt to that.
Then, a tall beautiful girl sauntered towards us.
'LINA!' Alaria shouts, grinning.
She was pulled into a hug, and Alaria dragged me in too.
'Who's the stunner?' The girl asked coolly...
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