CringeworthyCliche

Billy Bob Billyson the third (The hottest bad boy in all of high school) leans in, his masculine breath in my face, mixed with.. .what is it? Ooh, bubblegum. Amazing.

"I think you're hot, cupcake." He growls.

"Me?" I barely manage to whisper. 

He chuckles all hotly, and I melt. 

"You." 

He leans in, and I feel his softie lips on mine, and I automatically know what to do. Im cool like that. We make out steamy- like for awhile, and then finally he pulls away. 

"Lets bang." He mumbles. I stare in shock. "Okay-"

MEEP MEEP MEEP

I groan and slap off my alarm, which by the way is Handclap by Fitz and the Tantrums. I love that song.

I sit up and stretch, glaring my curvy body. Who wants some big boobies that makes boys go crazy?

Not me. I'm hideous.

I glance down at my iPhone model that secretly hasn't been invented yet. "Why do I not have any friends? Oh, that's right, I'm ugly and can't do anything." I sigh.

I ignore my pink, fluffy, slightly wrinkled duvet, as my maids can deal with it later. They are all sooooo annoying, though. They need to be fired!

I strut across my bedroom that is by the way as long as a football field without breaking a sweat, and head into my private bathroom.

After my shower, (I don't brush my teeth because I don't get morning breath) I take out all my makeup, and put on everything I have, but manage to look natural.

I grimace and pull my butt- length, blonde hair up into a messy bun. I don't need to worry about how I look. Nobody cares about me. Obviously.

I then pull out random clothes in my closet, and after about 5 minutes I wind up putting on a royal purple, satin button up shirt with dark ripped jeans and 5 inch high, black wedges, gold sparkly hoop earrings with a gold choker necklace, and I know I look horrible. These were the first things I pulled out of my closet. Whatever.

I eventually head down the grand staircase to the dining room, to see my parents sitting at opposite sides of the table. I start daintly picking at a bagel I slathered in cream cheese. I am the worst at that kind of stuff. How do people do it?

My parents converse for awhile, but then my completely annoying mother speaks up.

"Hey, pumpkin, me and your father are going on a business trip to the Sahara Desert for 5 years, and may not survive, but we just wanted to let you know we love you!"

I smile and cry prettily.
"I'll miss you!" No I won't.

My father shoots me with a stern, piercing glare. "Go outside for the bus. I'm not driving you there."

"Okay,"I reply, and go out the door. I look in the mirror that miraculously pops up when I need it, and notice that the tears didn't smudge my makeup in the slightest. Phew!

I go near the bus stop, then stop and fly to school. Oh right, I'm a superhero.

I land right near the school doors, perfectly on my feet, my hair not winded in the slightest.

"And here goes another stupid day at school."