My favourite part of the day was waking up. No one ever bothered me, I could do exactly as I pleased and no one would even try to speak to me until it was time to leave for school. As soon as I woke up I danced – my favourite thing to do.
The freedom of dancing was amazing, I just let loose, letting my body take over as I responded to the music. I, of course, had the best music system available, which drove Alex crazy, she was so much quieter than me. I still loved her, of course, but she was just… well… boring. After getting dressed I fed my fish, passed down to me by Arielle when she got bored of them, personally I loved them, but I definitely wanted bigger and better ones.
If I was bored I’d sometimes check what Alex was doing, maybe she was letting it all go, maybe she’d put some music on and took that awful pilgrim dress off (which she had tried to jazz up with a modern pattern but had failed) and was letting herself go. Alas, she never was. It was always the same, her hunched over that silly laptop typing away on her latest project, or scrolling through pages and pages of pointless information looking for the right information for her books. Who cared? Why didn’t she just wait for the movie?
I’d usually check in on Arielle too, she could be a lot of fun if she was in a good mood, but lately she was never home, ever. Word around school was that she had a boyfriend – a much older boyfriend. I had to talk to her about it.
School – I still didn’t know how I felt about it. It was okay I guess, my music teacher was totally cool, and my friends were great, but they all stayed back after for extra credit and stuff, so I was always left walking out alone.
Who needed extra credit? Certainly not me. I had read somewhere that the best education you can get is by going out and experiencing things. So that’s exactly what I planned to do. One day I went to the furthest point in Bridgeport, I didn’t know exactly what this road I was on was for, it led to nowhere, but it gave a nice view of the city at least.
I spent a while staring at the city, mulling over my thoughts. I needed to decide what I wanted to do with my life, Alex knew she wanted to become an author, but what did I want?
After a while a splashing noise reached my ears, it was really annoying, and as I looked out to sea I saw a huge fish jumping around in the water. Perhaps this could be the latest addition to my tank!
Voilà! The fish was mine! I stood waiting for the epiphany, the voice inside my head that told me I was to become a master fisher and translate those skills over to cooking or something… but it never came. Maybe fishing wasn’t my destiny, oh well. No great loss.
A few more weeks passed, and before I knew it my birthday was looming. I was about to enter a whole new stage of my life, geez, it was strange thinking about it, I hadn’t done much with myself yet, but this would open a whole new chapter for me!
“So are you having a totally great party for your birthday Oriana?” Cindy asked me as we hung out on the school field.
“Yeah, its got to be the party of the year, you know your sis’ won’t have anyone good there, we gotta’ make this party the place to be!” Erin chimed in, looking excited.
These were my two best friends, as we all had pretty similar tastes in music and movies, and although we didn’t really fit in with the popular crowd we were always invited to parties and stuff – partly because I was the daughter of a movie star and partly because people thought we were cool, I didn’t know why, but they did.
“Um – I’m having a party yeah, my moms turning the living room into a party room as we speak, I hope it’s gonna be fun though.” I was a little uneasy, the last party that had been at our house was still talked about today – my parents wedding reception. Apparently it had been the party of the century, with amazing effects, free flowing drink, gourmet food and the most famous sims in the city in attendance. That sure was something to live up to.
“Well, I gotta run- see you tonight dude.” Cindy said as she ran back to the school, where her bike was parked, closely followed by Erin. Mom usually sent a limousine to pick me up, but the whole thing was so pretentious I usually walked home, besides, I liked taking in the scenery.
That same night I was ready for the party. The place had been completely decked out, and a few of my moms friends all told me how great it looked. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, although most of the kids were bunched in the corner, too nervous to let loose. Me and Erin however had no such qualms, I could see her behind me, going as crazy as I was!
As I prepared to blow out my candles it was as if something went off in my head – that epiphany I had been expecting when I was out fishing.
I was going to become a musician! I didn’t know if I would go down the classical route, or the rock and roll route, but whichever it was I knew I would do well.
It was so great to see mom and dad happy again, I didn’t know what had been up with them before, but I think now they were around I was turning out much better than Arielle did. I loved my sister, but she was a bit of a wild one.
I couldn’t keep my hands off my favourite present – an electric guitar! The tunes that came out weren’t very good, but at least no one heard me, I locked the door every time until I got better. I may not be as conceited as Arielle, but I still didn’t want people to see me fail.
* * *
God Noah was hot. And when I say hot I mean HOT! He was a total catch – wealthy, handsome, and fun. I couldn’t resist calling him again for yet another night of dancing.
We chatted at the bar for a while, the club hadn’t started bouncing yet – probably because I had only just arrived, word still had to get around.
When we hit the dance floor people parted to let us through (of course) and we hit it harder than ever before. This was out fourth time dancing, and I knew I wanted tonight to be the night!
We ended up in some sort of glass cube – a showcase for everyone in the club, setting the standard of dancing, a very high standard. At first I didn’t realise it, but as I looked closer I saw him – Chace! What the hell was my dad doing here?! He thought I was sleeping at Emily’s! No, this could not be happening.
Of course it wasn’t long before he noticed me, I was dancing in a glass box after all! His fury was like, coming off him in waves or something, what a bore! He was going absolutely crazy, screaming about how I should be at Emily’s, not here, and about how much of a bad girl I was – ew, it sounded like something from a bad porno!
“And who is this?!” He shouted, just stopping himself from grabbing onto Noahs collar, who was stood there looking awkward.
“That’s for me to know and you to never find out! C’mon Noah!” I had to scream over the music, which had suddenly changed to some sort of heavy rap – ew! I felt so cool as I ran out arm and arm with Noah.
“Can I crash at your place?” I asked, smiling up at him. Tonight was the night, well, I hoped it would be. Was it possible he could reject me – no! I mean, look at me, I’m totally hot, as well as fun, rebellious, and flirty!
“Well I would really like to show you my house, it’s great.” He looked so genuine as he said it, as if he had no ulterior motive at all. Wow, this guy must be a great liar! Of course he only wanted to get me into bed.
After a short ride across the bridge into the hills we arrived at his gated home – wow, this guy was hooked up! The gates opened as he pressed a small button on his keys, and we strolled towards the modern home. I wondered if I was making the right decision, Emily was dating a new guy, and was planning on doing ‘it’ soon. I had to like, beat her, didn’t I? Mom once told me she lost her virginity at 16 – and regretted it every day since, because it wasn’t special enough… maybe… no, that’s just totally lame.
* * *
I knew Oriana was more popular than me but come on – I had something like 3 friends at the party and she had most of our class! I suppose I didn’t care that much, but it was a little disheartening to know I wasn’t the popular one.
Although writing was my passion I also had… another passion. I could barely even think it, it was so embarrassing. It’s name, was Jeremy. Jeremy King, considered by most people in the school to be a complete nerd – but to me he was perfect. I was like a crazy stalker girl, something from a nightmare. I would follow him around, spy on him in the park, hiding behind the fountain and watching from afar.
How did he not notice me? I had never even thought of my mothers acting credentials as a route to popularity, but if I ever needed them, it was now. He had to just look at me! It would be like one of those old movies, where the guy looks at the girl and his face lights up and they lived happily ever after. Ugh! I hated myself, I would follow him home, I had no idea where he lived, as I didn’t dare get on the subway and follow him – partly because he may catch me, and partly because I would never go down there.
Had he noticed me, and I just hadn’t noticed that he’d noticed me? Did he think I was ugly?! I hated myself for thinking like this! I was like one of those sad sex and the city girls who sat around all day thinking about men, it was even finding it’s way into my writing! As I inspected myself in the mirror I thought I looked pretty good, but who knew what he thought. Maybe he liked ethnic looking girls, with wild black hair and a beautiful skin tone, not plain blondes with milky white skin.
Ah, I had to talk to him! Maybe somewhere on my bookshelf was a self-help guide to relationships or something, or maybe I could ask Arielle… no! She’d tell me to jump on him or something, and I was not that kind of girl.