The little, gentle tap sort of push sent Kaylee's books flying. She bent down picking them all up trying to avoid being smushed by the stampede. She made her way up, flattened out her pleated denimn skirt. She pulled her cami down and left the abercrombie shirt over the cami the way it was. Her UGGs made the outfit look perfect. She looked up at Chris and began to laugh. It was a pissy laugh. Like, I'm really pissed off at you but whatever.

'Hey Kaylee, learn anything new today?'For a boy, he sounded so gay asking a question like that, but whatever. As long as no one else was around, and her social life wouldn't be ruined by him, who cares. It was so funny too, how he thought that she was his "best friend" and stuff. Pfft. Get REAL. She was just a popular junior who acted like a bitch. She was a mini ruler, because of Gemma of course. She ran her fingers through her hair, while finally replying to the question he asked her."Oh, sure. If learning that Mr. Scott is more of a retard than I thought he was, counts, then, yeah, I learned something new today." She had a bitchy voice.

She set her books back in her locker for a second on the shelf and looked in her accordian: She found her science homework. So she did do it. Oh yeah! Before cheerleading practice. Being head cheerleader, she arranged homework time so the girls wouldn't get so stressed out. It would always happen then when the girls did stunting they sucked, and Kaylee was a flyer. She couldn't have stressed out bases. Then she'd be hurting too. Which reminded her: She had practice after school today. Then tumbling at 7. She was so dedicated. And she finally got her back tuck: AND HER FRONT TUCK! She was magnificent.

Kaylee was too amazing. A straight A+ student, head cheerleader, assistant track coach [she did track for a spring sport]. Oh yeah, and she was just the most popular junior in school, an amazing actress, and of course: A terrific model. A sister too. She was even rich. What wasn't Kaylee? A loser, geek, retarted. Well duh, she was none of those. The warning bell rang.

"Crap" She whispered. "I've gotta go. Sorry. I can't wait for you I HAVE to go." She couldn't be late, even though they were in the same next class- biology. She was never late. She ran up the stairs, made a left at the top of the stairwell, walked three doors down and walked into the science room just as the bell rang. She was sucessful. All you'd hear in the room: WHOA! NICE ONE KAYLEE. I WISH I COULD TIME LIKE THAT. Everyone was shouting things here and there.

"MIZ PEARSON, PLEASE COME SEE ME." The room went dead silent. Would Mrs.Lograno get pissed at her because she walked in at the bell? It was totally possible. Mrs.Lograno was a TOTAL teacher who couldn't bend rules no matter what. "Yes Mrs.Lograno?" Her voice was sharp, like a lawyer's, ready to have an answer to no matter what she would say to her. Mrs. Lograno didn't have anything to say. She gave her a piece of paper. Thank god, it wasn't a detention slip. It was the test she took yesterday. Thank GOD. She must of just been handing back papers. "Nice Job, Kaylee." She smiled as Kaylee flipped the paper over to see her mark. A hundred two percent. Better than perfect thanks to the bonus question. "Thanks." Kaylee rubbed her two lips together, smothering her lipgloss even more.

So sucessful. And it tasted great.