Fine...maybe I won't tell you everything... ;)
Anyway, how does a perfect start to what should be a perfect day get spoiled? Read on for the answer.
Melanie, Lilly, and I were walking down the hallways. Undoubtedly, we are definitely the coolest kids at this place, so we tried to let people know that by acting confident instead of nervous.
Oh, but we were nervous...er, especially Lilly. If there is anything you need to know about Lilly, it's that things like this give her extreme butterflies in her stomach. Probably mammoth-sized butterflies. It's not that she's nervous about school in general; she's just worried she won't have friends in her class and that she'll end up having nobody to work with when it comes to partner activities. That, for some reason, embarrasses her.
With Lilly and her issues aside, I can move on. We saw Chrissa, and seeing Chrissa answers that question I wrote previously. ;) I don't know what happened, but Chrissa actually looked good for once! She normally wears jeans, sneakers, and whatever shirt she can find (normally tees relating to dance), but it appears as if she put some thought into her look. I was impressed, actually.
Sadly, but in reality, Chrissa is probably far "cooler" and more "popular" than Melanie, Lilly, and I are. I don't care because I'm not looking to win a popularity contest. I'm not looking for cliche school popularity. I'd rather have a few close friends with whom I can talk...and trust. I'm just saying that because Chrissa isn't very cool. At least she isn't to me...
"Hi, Sabs, Lillith, and Mel!!!" She shrieked as she approached us. Melanie and I smiled and waved back, but Lilly acted quite idiotic. She hugged a pole and prayed for Chrissa to disappear.
"You're dressed up," I told her.
"Aw, merci!!!" She shrieked in her obnoxious faux-French accent. "It's the first day of school, and I always try to dress up for the first day."
What? No comment. This is the first time I have seen her dress up for the first day, and I've known her for two years. Wow...
She proceeded to pose for me, and then she informed me that the tee and tank are Liberty Jane.
D'accord? So? Does it even matter where your clothes are from? This is something I have noticed about a lot of Americans. They are such name brand and couture snobs that it isn't even funny! Unless you're Alyson, Ashley, or Alyssa, I doubt the average person (those three aren't average, though) could afford all "designer" things. Me, I get clothes from anywhere. I don't have a major preference. If it's my style and I like it, I'm going to buy it. Now, there are some things I consider to be "investment pieces". For example, if my mom were to buy me a Chanel bag. I wouldn't be like, "WOW, IT'S CHANEL! IT'S DESIGNER! IT'S SO GREAT!" (but you so know Chrissa would do that). I'd just consider it as an investment piece and something I can have for years. I don't care about the name. It's the quality I'm after.
Anyway...enough ranting. I know this was where Chrissa was headed though.
Chrissa then pointed out that she was wearing heels, like me, and that she felt "so French". How annoying! Wearing heels doesn't make you "French". I don't get what she is thinking...? Anyway, I know Chrissa can walk in heels and do it properly because she prances around in her character shoes so much. I just hate how she thinks dressing like me will make her "French". If somebody asked me how to dress French, I couldn't answer. We're people, too. All of us have our own styles, and styles vary from region to region! There is no one way to dress French! Mon dieu, Chrissa...
I decided to talk with Chrissa, and she claimed that she understood perfectly what I was saying. We'll see.
More on my classes later.