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Danielle

I scrambled around, trying to find those darned boots of mine. Flinging stuff out of my closet like a madman I tried not to notice the gargantuan mess I'd probably be forced to clean up...after being screwed by a certain very pissed off mum.

"Aha!"

Okay, one white leather boot down. Now to find the other...

"HURRY UP! Or I'm leaving without you." He banged hard on my door another few times, making me feel rather sorry for my poor battered door.

"I'm coming! Sheesh! Go get the car started or something..."

Come on it had to be here somewhere...

"YES!"

I shouted in triumph and did a little jump when I caught sight of the boot under a pile of towels. I grabbed it, slung my bag over one shoulder and dashed out of my room, nearly tripping on my way downstairs as I tried to get my boots on. I did an odd little hop to yank my boots up then raced out of the house and flung the Honda's front passenger seat's door open before plonking myself down onto the seat and slamming the door shut.  I leant back, panting, and sucked in a lung full of air, trying to catch my breath.

"Were you born a tortoise or something in your last life?" My dear older brother scowled at me.

I ignored his comment. Sigh...trust my luck to have to bum a ride to school with Marc. On the first day of junior year. I rummaged in my bag for my compact, flipping it open to check on my makeup. Crap, My hair was a mess! I raked my hand through my hair, trying desperately to tame my wild mane. I gave up 10 seconds later, deciding to just tie it up into a loose knot for the time being.  

Butterflies inevitably filled the pit of my stomach, though I was more excited than nervous. Junior year baby! I wondered about what the year ahead would have in store for me. 

This was an important year for me to solidify my reputation and work on perfecting my resume for incoming college applications. As juniors, all the young 'uns will be looking up to us and seniors will be unforgiving of any potential power-grabs. Oh yes...we'll be watched like ants scrutinized under a magnifying glass.

Now more than ever, I better be careful what I do and say because one teeny little misstep and savage bloodhounds will make me their meal.