Today I delved back into the first draft of an YA book I started about a year and a half ago. Here’s the first few paragraphs. Enjoy!
Okay, you know that girl at your high school? The one who seems to have it all? Good looks, good grades, loads of friends and lots of money to boot? Well, I’m that girl. Hate me if you want, I really don’t care. If you’re envious, you’re probably the kind of loser freak I wouldn’t even give the time of day to. The best thing for you is to stay out of my way. So if you have to envy me and dream of being me, that’s fine. Just do it from a distance, ok? Last thing I need is some of your loser wannabe drool on my leather boots. They’re custom made, after all.
I rule my school. And I have since, oh, about birth. It was just always meant to be. Can I help it if I was blessed with glossy, wavy black hair that never goes out of place? And yes, sweetie, those piercing blue eyes are real, no contacts needed. Porcelain skin comes with the help of some wickedly expensive Swiss facial products and a monthly visit to the spa. And the body? All mine. Probably won’t need any nipping or tucking until at least 50. So yeah, I’m lucky as Hell. But I don’t take it for granted. I’m charitable. For example, when my BFF Mia goes all out skank girl, I let her know. Okay, usually after she’s home, but really am I my friend’s keeper? With so many people wanting to be me, it’s a full time job staying on top of things. So if Mia ends up going out on a Friday night with her thong showing, sue me if I don’t mention it to her right away. Besides, the sluttier she looks, the sexier I appear.
Not that I need any help in that department. I’m pretty curvy for sixteen. And in all the right places, unlike some girls. I mean, yes I love Cara, but cut back on the twinkies already! If she keeps going this way she is, she’ll end up bulimic again. I probably should say something to her. Maybe when we go shopping next I’ll see if she wants to hit the Junior Plus size section.
Love me or hate me, I really don’t care. Just stay out of my way.