So, guys, like I said in the prologue, I really don't have this story planned out AT ALL. It will be played out as I go along, so if you would like a say in how it goes, go ahead and Private Message me with any ideas. I'll dedicate a chapter to you if you do!

Anyways, here's your first chapter!

It All Started With A Text...

Chapter One

It all started one day after school. I was just sitting in my room, clicking around on my computer, when my cell phone buzzed. Thinking it was my best friend, Karla, so I flicked it open without thinking. The text made my heart skip a beat, though. It read:

"Hey, Alexa. So, I just want to say how ugly and fat you are. I can't believe that you're popular and on the cheer and dance teams. You're so stupid and ugly, and stuck up."

I dropped my phone on my bed and scrambled to my mirror. I was 5'5", and around 110 pounds. There's no way that I'm fat. Well, except for my thighs, and a bit of my arms, too. Come to think of it, I've got a tiny bit of stomach and butt fat on me, too.

But surely, it wasn't that much! But I guess I was wrong. And I couldn't be that ugly. I've got a pretty face, with dark blonde hair with natural light brown highlights. I've got fair, clear skin, and a cute smile, and sparkling blue eyes.

And my clothes are fine, too. I hate to say it, I really do, but I'm pretty rich. My dad is the CEO of an advertising company, and my mom is a lawyer. So we're good, money-wise.

But who sent the text? I checked the number. I didn't recognize it. So I called Karla, my best friend.

"Alexa, what's up?" she asked as she answered her phone.

"Hey, can you come over?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'll be there in five," she said, hanging up. That's what I loved about Karla. She's always there for you, no matter what. She's co-captain of the cheerleading squad, and also on the dance team with me. She lives right down the street, so she's always close.

When the doorbell rang, I let her inside and we went up to my room.

"What's up?" she asked carefully as we sat on my bed. I pulled out my phone and opened it to the text. She read it, her mouth dropping. "Alexa, you can't believe them. you're not fat or ugly, and you're not stuck up. You're nice, and smart, and pretty, and thin."

I just shrugged and blinked. Then I broke down. Karla opened her arms and I just cried for a couple minutes.

When I had no more tears left, I gave a shaky laugh and dried my eye with a tissue. I blew my nose and then my mom called to us up the stairs.

"Girls, dinner time!"

We both went to the kitchen and sat down at the table. Our plates were filled and I zoned in on my plate. Karla and I both sat down, and then we all said grace.

Yes, I am a Christain, and proud of it!

When we were done eating, I washed off my plate, and then Karla and I went to my room again to try and figure the number out. After an hour, we had gotten no where, so Karla had to go.

She waved good-bye, and then left. She would drive, but we're only in sophomore year, so we're fifteen. When she was gone, I got a bowl of chocolate ice cream, whipped cream, and sprinkles. I ate my ice cream quickly, and then went back to my room. I changed out of my clothes and into my bathrobe, and then went into my ensuite.

I turned on my jacuzzi bathtub and let it fill up with steaming hot water. I plugged my stereo in and popped in my Taylor Swift CD. Then I placed my iPod touch in my special waterproof case and hopped into the bath. I sunk into the bubbles I added and closed my eyes.

I took out my iPod and started palying Angry Birds. That game is so addicting! After a few rounds of that, I got really bored, so I went onto the Internet and started going onto the site Polyvore. I posted my daily question, which was usually what to wear to school the next day.

I'm one of the top people on that site for advice, yet I post my own questions......

Yeah, it's weird. So I posted my question and then started looking around on the site. I answered five questions, and then went back to my question. They all give me good ideas, and since tomorrow's Monday, I kind of want to either be lazy, or dress up.

By the time I was done with my bath, I had decided what to wear. So I dried off and pulled on my pajamas. Then I fixed my hair into a high bun, and then went to my closet.

I pulled out my high-waisted, elastic-band dark blue skirt, a plain black T-shirt tucked in, and black gladiator sandals. Then I made a pile of shorts and tank tops for practice after school.

That's what I like about living in L.A. It's always warm, even when it's January, like it is now. I almost never wear jeans or long pants, only when it's absolutely necessary! By the time I was done picking my outfit out, it was nine, so I went to my bed and dove under the covers.

I turned on my TV and started flipping through the channels. After a few minutes, I decided on watching What Not To Wear, and I started watching.

When the episode was over, I turned off my TV, and snuggled into my covers and fell into a deep sleep.

THE NEXT MORNING

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I woke up this morning to my alarm playing Usher in my ear. I turned it off and lazily hopped out of bed. I made it quickly, and then arched my back and stretched, yawning loudly.  I went to my closet and grabbed my outfit, pulling it on. Then I grabbed my gym bag, packing my practice clothes and tennis shoes.

I walked into my bathroom and staretd pulling out my hair supplies and makeup. I straightened my hair, and then parted it down the middle. I braided my bangs, pinning them at the back of my head, so they criss-crossed. I hair-sprayed it, and then move onto makeup.

I put on some foundation and blush, and then some navy blue eyeliner. Then I added some dark grey eye shadow and three coats of black mascara. My fingers moved over my many lip glosses, and I chose a dark pink base, with a sheer gloss over it. I tucked the gloss into my skirts' invisible pocket.

After that, I slipped my feet into my gladiator sandals and walked down the staircase to the basment. My mom set a plate filled with a souffle, a croissant, and Nutella. I grabbed a cup of tea and a cup of orange juice and started eating.

When I was done, I quickly placed my plate into the dishwasher and checked the clock.

"Crap," I muttered under my breath. I only had five minutes to finish my morning routine. I bolted back up the steps and quickly brushed my teeth, and then spritzed myself with Pink perfume. Then I added a simple lkong, lack chunky stone necklace, and silver studs in my first piercing, and navy studs in my second.

I checked myself once in the mirror, and then I went to my room, grabbing my bookbag and gym bag, and then ran downstairs. My mom as waiting patiently for me, twirling her keys around her index finger.

I hopped into out black convertible, and then drove to Karla's house. She ran out in a pair of jean shorts, a pink tank top, and a black off-the-shoulder cover-up shirt, with black flats. Her hair was pulled into a half ponytail.

She hopped into the car with me, and then we drove off to school. My mom waved good-bye to us, and then Karla and I walked into the main hallway of Sherwood High. We went to our lockers, which are right next to each other. We put all of our stuff away except for our math homework.

We walked to our homerom , which in our school, lasts only for fifteen minutes. So we walked into the room and sat in our seats, starting to talk. Everyone just sort of drifted in as usual before the bell rang.

Mr. Yates, our teacher, started taking attendance. I zoned out until I felt Karla poke me in the ribs. "He's calling on you," she hissed.

"Ms. Burnham?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you with us?"

"Yes," I answered.

He gave a satisfied nod and kept calling names. He read off the announcements, such as next week is Spirit Week. He handed out a schedule with the information on it.

"Oh, joy, we wear our uniforms for Color Day," I muttered. Now, our cheerleading uniforms are pretty short. They're blue-and-green pleated skirts, very tight ong-sleeve tops that cut off right below our chests', and white knee-socks. Of course, we usually wear white shirts under our shirts, but it was still embarrassing.

But I was looking forward to it even less this time around. I'll probably look too fat in it so everyone would make fun of me.

"Hey, Alexa, you're zoning out," Karla said, snapping her fingers in front of my face.

I jumped and shook my head. "What?"

"What were you thinking about? You weren't thinking about that text, were you?" she bored her eyes into mine. "You were, weren't you? Alexa, you're not fat or ugly or stuck up. Trust me. Please jus forget about it!" she pleaded.

You see, Karla is very sensitive to the subject of dieting. Her mom died when she was twelve. Of anorexia. So she's always very strict with it, and she's really going to be on my case about it if I keep thinking about the text.

"I'll try," I mumbled, promising her.

"Okay. Come on, let's head to math," she said. We're both in Advanced Math, so we're doing eleventh grade stuff, so geometry.

We sat in our seats as Mr. Brown walked into the classroom. He sat in his desk and watched everyone come in, chattering and laughing. When the bell rang, everyone shut up and sat down.

He collected our homework, and then gave us one hundred problems to do. I sighed, opening up my math book to the right page, and turning to a fresh sheet in my notebook. Then I opened up my graphing calculator and started clicking in the numbers.

I got up to number fifty-six by the time class was done. Then Karla and I walked to our lockers. I flung mine open and looked at my schedule quickly.

Homeoom with Mr. Yates

1st period: AP Geometry with Mr. Brown

2nd period: AP Chemistry with Ms. Sanders

3rd period: Show Choir with Mr. Caster and Ms. Jones

4th period: Honors American History with Ms. McGill

Lunch

5th period: Gym with Ms. Rose

6th period: AP Language Arts with Mr. Shay

The good thing about high school is that you get to pick your electives! We change every semester, which is roughly every twenty weeks. And the only required classes we have to have are two semesters of gym and a semester of health.  already did one semester of both in nineth grade and this semester is over in two weeks.

Karla and I are very lucky this year, and we have every class together.

Next year, I will already have had all of my social studies credits, so I get three electives. And I'll only need a semester more of science and I'll have all my credits. Same thing with Karla. We take extra classes during the summer so we get ahead.

We both grabbed our science stuff and walked to the science lab. We sat down at our assigned lab tables and stared setting up our lab that we were going to be continuing.

The only reason Karla and I get to be together for every class is because we're very good students and we never cause trouble. We're about the only 'popular people' who are actually nice and smart. All of the teachers really like us so we're on their good sides!

Karla and I are lab partners, which turns out very well. We balance the work and we get to hang out ater school while we do our homeowrk together! When Ms. Sanders came in, the whole class was ready with aprons and goggles on.

She handed out the half-finished labs and we all got to work. We were doing a very, very, very simple and easy lab. We just had to combine different colors and record what colors they turn. I have no idea why we were doing such a simple lab, because I could do this in my sleep.

Karla and I finsihed a little early, so we wrote up a quick lab report and turned it in. Then we happily walked to the other end of the building, towards the drama/arts center. We walked into the choir room to see about sixty kids already there, all singing to themselves or talking with their friends. Karla and I exchanged a happy glance; this is our favorite class, for sure.

We do fun and upbeat songs with choreography, and we have two yearly shows; a winter and spring concert. We're working on our spring one, and we are learning results for a select group of three girls and two guys to sing a long part in our ballod, which is a song Ave Maria combined with I Believe. The girls have to sing in Latin while the guys sing in English!

A couple minutes later, we were all sitting on the risers and anxiously waiting for the results of the people who get to sing the song.

Ms. Jones spoke into her microphone, "So, do you guys want to know who got the special part?"

"Yeah!" we all screamed.

"Okay, well, we have Kyle and Tyler, for the guys."

The both stood up and we all clapped and cheered. "And for the girls, we have....Karla! Sasha! And our lead singer....."

Sorry for the cliffy! But, well, I just realized how long this is and I don't want it to be like 6 pages r something! Anwyays, please

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