Perfect

CHAPTER 1

Kiana Kennedy strolled in, wearing pink. Pink as in her hair, her clothes, her bag. Everything except her skin, which she had to keep perfect. Not pink. Her cat, Eva, sat in her bag, just for looks, obviously. That was all her life was. Looking good. Perfect even. Me, well. That's a different story. I'm Kirsten Lane. I turn up to school in jeans, a tee and sneakers. Nothing special. Even my best friend, Kaylee Price, turns up in jeans. Well, maybe not a tee or sneakers, but certainly jeans. Ugs and a jumper are her thing. Not mine paticurally. But that's me. Kiana and her friends, Alana Donovan and Sharon Warren, are top of the ladder in popularity. I mean, they're rich, they're pretty and they're total crap. Who dosen't love three chavvy, rich and pretty girls? "DING DING DING DING DING!" The school bell chimed. 'Time for fun' I thought to myself sarcastically. The pink triplets barged in front of the line to get in, like proper ladies. The boys all stood back and made room for them, whilst the girls groaned and told their boyfriends to stop looking at other girls buts. Mrs Hennington, my English teacher, stood at the door, with 30 essay planning sheets. Oh god. "Silence!" She screeched in her banshee voice. Ouch. "In!" She called. Everyone was silent. Everyone carefully glided into the classroom. Everyone was scared of Mrs Hennington. Except the terrible threesome. They were obviously special (sarcasm) . They were chatting away, laughing and playing with each others hair. Mrs Hennington looked like a bulldog chewing a wasp. Her small glasses fell down her crooked nose an inch. She slapped her hands, hard, on the desk. The girls just looked at her and laughed. "When I tell you to be silent...I EXPECT SILENCE!" She screamed, causing the ceiling to shake and the table to wobble. "Now class, today we will start planning out essays on Romeo and Juliet." Someone's hand raised up. It was Sara Norton's, the dumbo of our tutor. "Miss, do we have to..." She started. "I'M EXPLAINING!" Hennington shrieked. Her hand went slowly down. "As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted..." She made evil eyes at Sara. "Romeo and Juliet. The tale of two lovers too far away from each other to be together, yet too close to be separated." Se began by telling the story and then she told us to start on our worksheets. There was just a jumble of words. It said: 'Re-write the correct sequence of these words.' Uhh. I scribbled down what I could remember reading, and guessed the rest. I could feel someone's eyes on me, and I turned around to see Kiana's boyfriend, Brendan Taylor, looking at me. This was odd. He never looked at anyone but Kiana. Oh well. I turned back around to see Kiana looking behind at me. I shrugged and she turned back around in a huff. The lesson went quickly after that. She was just about to set homework when the bell rang, and everyone dived out of the door to avoid Mrs Hennington's homework tasks. She said: "Oh well. More homework for next week then." and everyone came out with an: "Aww." I felt a hard push on my back. I smacked my face against the wall, and turned around just in time to see Kiana's hand in front of my face. 'SLAP!' The sound echoed through the hall. "What is wrong with you?" I shouted. "What is wrong with me? What's wrong with you!??" She replied angrily. "I don't know what your talking about!" I exclaimed. "You should know. You were eyeing up my boyfriend!" She shrieked. "What?!? You mean he was looking at me?!" I shouted in disbelief. "I SWEAR ON MY LIFE!" I added for extra favour in my side of the story. The true side. The crowd that had gathered around us oohed and ahhed. I could see her little face shocked, like I had just slapped her back. "Brandon!" She called. Phew. All over. "Come give this bitch what she asked for" she called. "What?!? Your not gonna hear his side of the story!??" I angrily shouted. Brandon approached me fiercely. He lifted up my skirt and everyone snapped pictures of my but and texted them to the whole school. I was desperately trying to escape his grasp on my waist when he picked me up and dragged me into the boys restroom. "Brandon?!?" Kiara cautiously asked. "What do you think your doing?" She looked puzzled. "A test." He replied. He put his arm around her shoulders whilst still holding me, now over his shoulder, and lead her into the boys restroom. "A kiss test." I heard him say, seriously. "You are not serious." Kiara acted like it was all a joke. "Yep. I'm testing which one of you is best at kissing. Loser gets embarrassing photo taken." He laughed. "Ha. Like she'll win." Kiara added before pressing her into a deep kiss. He let go after a minute of this disgusting game and grabbed me. I either kissed him and got killed by Kiara, or embarrassed by the school. Hmm. I decided to kiss him. I mean, he wasn't that bad. He planted a kiss on my lips. Kiara looked uncomfortable for a second, then returned to her never doubtful state. He let go after 2 minutes this time. "She is way better than you Kiara! I hate you anyway, your such a bitch to everyone! I was looking at her, not her looking at me!" That was a shock. Kiara looked like she was going to cry. Instead, she said; " I was eyeing up Randy Cole anyway." She sniffled. He grabbed me and kissed me again. As soon as she was gone, he finally said; "Sorry." I just stood there. I finally managed to say; "You chose me over her..." I stammered. I then released the crush that I'd had on him for 3 years. "I love you too...?" He just smiled and drew me in for another kiss.

CHAPTER 2

After that, I phoned Kaylee. "You'll never guess..." I started. "Brandon chose you over Kiara! I know, I know! Let me send you that picture!" She replied excitedly. "What picture..." I was about to ask when my phone made a noise and a hilarious photo of Kiara appeared on. It showed a photo of Kiara standing in front of Mr Grants desk, showing her bra to him to get an A*. I was crying with laughter. Kaylee soon joined me and we ended up in a right old giggle. As soon as our fit was over, Kiara slapped the phone out of my hand and sent it skidding along the floor. "Oops." Was the only thing she said as she continued walking. I ran over to the over side of the hallway to find luckily it was o.k. Looks like Kiara wasn't on my team. I sat on the floor, inspecting my screen for any cracks when Brandon appeared out of almost nowhere and was on the floor with me. He sat next to me and slipped the phone out of my hand. He scanned it quickly and reassured me with his eyes that everything was fine with it. It quickly rang, telling me that Kaylee wasn't happy about the hang up. "Hey, earth to Kirsten, come in Kirsten! What happened over there?" She sounded like an astronaut. "We hit some Kiara shaped debris and my phone had a bumpy landing, captain, but I think we are o.k." I replied I'm the same voice. "Continue your journey!" I added. "Yeah, anyway, are you two dating yet?" She asked. Umm. I quickly shut the phone and out Kaylee on hold. "Are we dating?" I asked Brandon. "I guess so." He replied. I opened the phone and said; "Yeah, I guess so." I heard whispering in the background. "Kiara's not gonna be happy." She cautiously said. "And I'm not happy either." I was astounded. "What?!?" I came out with. "I though you were on my side." Kaylee put the phone down. I shoved it into my pocket. Kiara wondered along again. "Come on then." She slyly said. "Let's have another 'test'" She dragged me and Brandon into the girls restroom and said one horrible word: "Strip." My face was horror. His face was horror. She pushed him into a girls cubicle and followed him in. It was really tight in there. I could hear her unbuttoning her pink shirt and slipping off her jacket. I heard her miniskirt fall to the floor and her tights rip. "Help!" He shouted. "I yield! No more!" She huffed and stomped out the door, still, thankfully, wearing her bra and pants. She pushed me in. He whispered one word to me: "Pretend," I made shuffling noises with my feet. He winked at me. "She's taken her top off..." I wiggled my tee around a bit. "...and her jeans..." I made an attempt to make a rustling sound, which to my surprise, worked. "... Her shoes and socks are off..." I took off my shoes and socks. It didn't matter anyway. "...and there goes her bra strap..." Kiara banged on the door and shouted: "STOP!!!" Brandon laughed. "What if we don't want to stop ?" He asked. Oh and it looks like there's another photo on the cards for you, Kiara." This time, we laughed together.

CHAPTER 3

As soon as we got out of the bathroom, fully dressed, my phone rang. I opened it and accepted the call from Kaylee. "Kaylee?" I called. "This time it was her fault. I didn't even take any of my clothes off..." I added. "Kirsten! Look at this." She sent me another picture. This time it was her dressed as a fish and her eating someone. I giggled. She giggled. "It's not as funny as before, is it?" She said. Hmm. She was right.