Tatiana Lara Von Stelle

As I reach my high school gates, I see the sign that I've  read countless times that says 'Chamberlain High School'. I make my way through the gates and up the path with a few other students. 

As I am entering the main foyer I hear a familiar voice calling my nick name "Tati!"I turn to see my best friend, Amelia Grayson, waving frantically at me amid the throng of bustling students. As usual, her skirt is above her knees and her blouse is untucked. It's Monday, and we have a friendship pact to dress the first Monday every month. I look down a my own attire and grimace; Amy always goes for the 'kinda-rebel' look. I, on the other hand, prefer my skirt to be perfectly pressed and exactly on my knees, and my blouse to be crease-less and spotless. 

Once I reach her, she grabs my arm and immediately begins to tell me about her spy escapades, spying on her next door neighbor and apparently, the love of her life, Trey Gabriels. We reached my locker and hers, and she immediately checked her reflection in her mirror. She was stunning, of course, with her coppery hair in a artful bun and her glistening green eyes sparkling like bottle glass. Her pixie-like features made her seem like a a beautiful creature from a Forbidden Forest, and make my hands itch for my perfectly organized set of pencils. I'm not so bad myself, but my blond locks and blue-green eyes could never outshine her.

"So, we have English first lesson," she giggled, the one that meant she knew something I didn't. As we walked down the hall, to Mrs. Galler's class, I had a sneaky suspicion who she was talking about, and I didn't like it. At all.

I got into class and took my seat as the late bell sounded. Everyone was prepared for the lesson but the door opened to reveal—

 Her...

Christiana Grace Moriati

Beep…beep…beep

 I hit stupid alarm clock with so much force, that is falls from my bedside table. Ugghhh! I should have just bought a normal clock. I swing my feet over the side of the bed and step onto the ice cold tiles. I’m making my way to the bathroom when I realize what a mess my bedroom is in. It’s not like I intended on making it, it just happened while I was entertaining my cousin’s little kids, and then last night I was too tired to clean up. My small desk is full of stick-figure drawings, pencil shavings and Koki pens, which I have been using since freshman year.

The floor is littered with whatever fancy clothes I have, which is not much. My nieces insisted that they had to try on everything. I will just clean it all up this afternoon. That is if I’m home early today. It’s Monday so I doubt it.

While I’m brushing my teeth I make a mental note of what is happening today. We have a physics quiz today, and I am deciding on whether I should hand in my history report on the Coliseum early, plus I have to be on time for cross-country practice or coach will probably kick me off the team even though I am the captain.

I’m done in the bathroom and already picking out my clothes for today. I choose white high-low hem shirt with a white inner, a pair of denim skinnies and my tan ankle boots that I bought last week. A dog-chain and a silver charm bracelet finished off my look.

I’m leaving my brown curls loose around my shoulders. My makeup is very basic: just a little eye liner and mascara around my blue-green eyes, blush to give my pale face some colour and a swipe of cherry kiss lip-gloss.

I take my pack and head down stairs, where I fill my flask with fresh coffee, grab a bagel and am greeted by a quick peck on the cheek from both my parents.

I’m almost out the door when my mom calls out my familiar nick name,

“Chris!”

“Yes, mom?” I replied.

“You forgot your pack, sweetie”

“Oh, thanks mom” I say and give her a quick hug before leaving once again, knowing I'm going to be late...

Tatiana Lara Von Stelle

  The dream life....

Sunday, 6 October, 21:28

I am soooo tired. Exhausted from helping my mother with her charity work. I'm sitting in my room packing my bag for the next day, careful not to forget anything that i will need for tomorrow. better have it and not need it, than need it and not have it, i always think. but even with that in mind i still carry light. i neatly push the physic text book into my shoulder new bag, and instantly remember the quiz we have tomorrow.I'm not worried and i never do last minute cramming.i did spend a good couple of hours studying each page with utmost attention. i love studying so it was actually really easy. of course i will ace this quiz. my parents expect nothing less from me and neither do i.

after I'm done packing and latching my bag, i get up off my bed and uncrumple the lavender coloured bed spread. i look around my rather large room for any tasks i need to do before i go to shower. my desk is neat as always, the table-cloth spread on it with both the sides equally covered. 

All my HB pencils of different sizes and kinds are laid out in a straight line, ready for me to use. my book shelf is impeccably neat, not even a single book out order, all of them are non-fiction.

my parents say that fiction and fantasy books give you false idea's of the world. they say that so called 'dreamers' never make it big in the world, and that the only way you become successful is through hard work and being sincere.they say that's why I'm not allowed to read those kinds of books and i wouldn't dare disobey them. After all, they know whats best for me.

my eyes shift over to the window seat where my sketch pad lies open to the still unfinished drawing of the Eiffel tower that i am doing for a history report. i go over to the window seat, close the sketch pad and pack away all the pencils that i used. i straighten the blue and lilac cushions and look out the giant window. i see the familiar, perfectly manicured yard, with the rose bushes all around and further down, is the topiary's  and the fountain that i was always scolded about playing in.

i make my way towards my linen closet and take the towel top. i walk through the big double doors to my bathroom. i look at myself in the huge mirrors. my usually chirpy, blue-green eyes look tired and my straight blonde hair, limp.  i strip of all my dirty clothing and toss them into the washing basket. an hour or so in the sauna  maybe. and then I'll try out in the new jacuzzi that father just installed. i decide. 

when i finally leave the bathroom in my silk kimono nightgown, i am greeted by my inviting looking bed. i get into my bed and turn off the beside lamp......