Here is the first part of my story. I hope you like it!
"Hey readers! Thanks for visiting my blog guys. You absolutely rock!:) Here, on this page you'll find the truth that EVERYONE HAS BEEN LOOKING FOR. Provided by moi! This story still is unclear to most people, but I'm here to set it straight now that everything has calmed down a little:) and so... Without further delay, here is the truth, the story about four girls and the horrors the befell them.
It all started on that fateful day us here at George Eliot Academy for the Talented and Gifted like to call DAY 1. Here at George Eliot, our motto is: What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other? To be honest, I think our founder’s main purpose in this statement has been lost at this school, but here we are… As in any high school, here at Eliot, as the student body has dubbed it, the first day of school is always hectic, but this year, my Senior Year, it was especially bad. It all started in, where else? The Cafeteria.
The jolly good principal, Mr. Norodom, was minding his own business, walking towards Ms. Wardum, believed to be an 80 year old or so cook, to flirt with her as he always did on the first day back when BAM! He’s hit in the shoulder by the back of the most attractive man I've ever seen. It was obvious the boy was TOTALLY lost and that it was an accident, but Mr. Norodom was furious. We all could see why since a little, velvet box had fallen out of his front right pocket open for the world to see, revealing a beautiful diamond ring. Ms. Wardum fainted and Mr. Norodom turned a shade of purple that no man should ever wear. At this point, it looked like Mr. Attractive was in deep trouble so I decided to intervene.
As Cheerleading captain of the Knights at George Elliot Academy and 4.0 GPA student, Mr. Norodom had a liking of me and since the boy was way cute (like against the law cute), I decided it was worth the risk of detention to get into the boys good graces. I walked up the front of the cafeteria from the Senior Table at the back of the lunch room, passing by many people who looked up and said hi to me. Unlike most stereotypes for cheerleaders, here at Elliot, we are kind and nice without the backstabbing usually associated with cheerleaders, although not all of us are nice. Meet Jennifer: tall, blonde, gorgeous, spidery long legs, and a total brat. She thinks she's so cool since she's got this big cheer-leading scholarship to a school in California, but in actuality, she not that cool. In fact, she's one of the reasons why this story even exists! But more on that later.
Mr. Attractive was standing up and apologizing by the time I got up to the front of the lunch room. He was being a total gentleman, reaching down to help Mr. Norodom up from his fall, but our Principal would have nothing to do with him. (Male pride and all that jazz). By this point, the atmosphere felt pretty hectic so I made my entrance."
Have a fantastic day guys!
~ Raven, The Author
