Mom sent me all kinds of clothes from Italy - and even I bought a few on my holiday there - but I never showed up at school with any kind of huge flashy logo of a certain brand; even if I wear brand clothes, I never show off. I simply don't want and don't want it - I think is... too much like an attention whore.
But I wasn't expecting to meet with my classmates on my daily walk in the park. Wearing some of my best clothes - a tight golden T-shirt with "One Million Dollar Girl" written in bold letters, tight D&G jeans, some high, 4-inch golden Pradas and my rabbit fur jacket. I was just hanging out with some friends that actually knew I was an under-cover fashionista, and we were all dressed and dolled up (tough I was the only one without make-up). I must admit, we looked cool; so said the boys.
We met with C.C., our school's Queen Bee, and her peers just outside the shop we used to eat every Sunday.Her face was just priceless when she realised I was actually the girl she always mocked for being the goodie-goodie-two-shoes (she would kill me if she would actually know I was the one that set up her April Fool's prank). Well, the thing was that I really looked different with my hair not tied in a ponytail. Or it was because the haircut? Anyway... C.C.'s peers were totally absorbet in admiring my Pradas (no, in our city there aren't many brand outlets) and my friends' shoes, borrowed from me too (yeah, I love shoes; sue me). That totally pissed her off and I enjoyed seeing how she realised she had a little competition.
Then, I have this question - should I enter this little contest of controlling the school? It's my last year... I must make it big. I love making things big. And this year, I swear it's gonna be OTT, ridiculously big.
xoxo XD
Ann C.
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