"Lilly get up you are going to be late for school," Mrs Tatiana Prescott shouts pounding at Lilly's door. "Ugh I hate Mondays,"Lilly groans from inside the room and stuffs her head in her pillow.

Nevertheless, she gets up and drugs herself to the bathroom to do her morning routine, she gets dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans a white hoodie with a pair of white converse sneakers.

LILLY'S POV

I reached downstairs for breakfast, and found my parents kissing In front of the dinning table, "Ewe get a room,"I said taking one of the chairs around the dinning table. "Well, sweetheart I didn't think you would be down here until the next ten minutes," dad said taking the chair next to me. "I don't want to miss breakfast because of running to school, duh."

"Well in that case hurry up because I'm driving you to school today."

"Yes sir, " I answered giving him a salute and, it's not like he would take no for an answer.

Thirty minutes later we were on our school's driveway. I hurriedly climbed of the car and waved goodbye to my dad, since I didn't want him to give me one of his long and worse pep talks in the world.

"Remember honey..." my dad started, but I bit him up to it." I love you, work hard, bla bla bla. Daddy I get it now bye."

"I was going to say remember to eat your lunch, but all the other things are true too, see you in the evening sweetheart," my dad said as he drove off.

I watched as his black Sedan car drove off until I couldn't see it anymore. As usual, I lowered my head from the school gate to my locker, took out my history and other books I needed for the morning periods.

As I was heading to my first period, I bumped into someone, actually not just anyone, it was Chris Lewis the most popular students in our school. He had perfect jet black hair, dark brown eyes and I appreciate his fashion sense,he was like a model straight out of a magazine.

Yeah I know, I've had this secret crush on him since forever, but like any other typical girl, I couldn't bring myself to confessing to him, so I wrote, and fantasized about us. Well, all this while I didn't realize I was gawking at him, until he spoke up with that deep voice you could drown yourself in,"done checking me out ?"

"Yes... I mean no... I'm sorry,"I said and bolted off like my life depended on it. Not only that, but I reached my history class slightly out of breath and started pounding my forehead on the wall like a mad man, and I only stopped when someone snuck up on me and scared me. "Chrissy, you scared me," I said clutching my chest with my eyes shut dramatically." I just stood here, I didn't do anything wrong," she said with a dramatic British accent. Well basically, if a British were here, he or she would think she was making fun of them." You should really cut that out."

"I'm not that terrible,"She said in the same accent again, making me shake my head. I took a seat just on time before Mr Rogers our history teacher got in class.

After an hour of history the bell finally rung, all students started running out of class realizing sighs of relief. It's not like the class was boring, these people just hate history. "Come on Lilly let's go," Chrissy said pulling me with her, "this class was so boring."

"Says the person who slept through it,"I said following her out to our next class chemistry.

"Tell me the truth Lilly doll, is there any class that you get bored with?"

"Nope, none, And hey it's not my fault that I'm a nerd," I said rolling my eyes. Yes I am a nerd but not the type that wears glasses and has terrible sense of fashion, actually I am good at fashion, but then again not that good.

We continued chit-chatting all the way to class, and by this time we were already in class. We took the front row seats, and waited for the teaching to get in class. Mrs Smith who tells us to just call her Cleo came in class and the chatter died all together. She greeted us then started the class on Acid and Bases, I was so lost in the topic, but then I felt someone looking at my back. With a frown, I turned to look who it was and to my surprise, it was Chris Lewis. And when our eyes met he winked at me, I felt my cheeks heat up instantly, and I turned away. OMG, since when does he take this class?

By the end of the school day, I was so excited that Chris winked at me in class. "Hey you know he just winked at you right ?" Chrissy asked as we were walking out of school. " Yes I know, but you know how it feels to get your crush wink at you, or even look at you for the first time, it's like he's noticed me finally," I said acting all giddy.

"Girl I don't know about that, but I can totally relate," Chrissy said with a lopsided smile.

"Are you prepared for the end of school year exams?". I asked, changing the subject. "You know what, let's go back to talking about how happy you are."

"It's never settling with you to talk about school stuff, huh?"

"You know, maybe we should just you know talk about ice cream, and girl I am totally craving some," Chrissy said as she ran towards the ice cream stall. "Chocolate vanilla flavor please," she said to the ice cream vendor, "What flavor Lilly?" she asked me.

"Um, I don't know maybe strawberry and chocolate," I answered unsure.

We got our ice creams and went back home in silence, we parted ways and bid each other farewell.

The week went by smoothly mostly with teachers giving us time to revise our work. And then came the end of year exams, which I obviously aced.

I only hoped that ninth grade would go smoothly, without any trouble just like the eighth grade.

A Year Later

LILLY'S POV

I was so excited to finally go to high school, it was my first day in sophomore year and I didn't want to be late. To say that I was nervous was an understatement I was totally freaked out. Suddenly, the door burst opened followed by a series of giggles. Oh, I totally forgot I have an elder sister her name is Margo, she was brought in by my parents after her mom's death. Well like any other family when she came in last year, we had some issues here and there. My parents constantly argued, because mom, didn't know dad had another daughter two years older than me. And I didn't get along with her well either, we constantly argued, and apparently I moved to the pool house in the backyard. It took time for me and mom to get used to her, and now we're cool.

"Yo Lilly check this out, my former classmates sent me this," she said making herself comfortable on my bed. But when she didn't receive any response from me, she looked up at me. "Hey what's wrong?" she asked me, worry evident in her face. "I'm just nervous,"I said truthfully. "Why? Oh, first day jitters, don't worry everything will be fine, you know my first day in high school, I was also worried. I was like are there going to be big kids, wait how will the teachers be? And in the end I got my first period in school due to stress."

"No way, you nervous? It looks kinda impossible," I said with a chuckle.

"I know, right? What I'm trying to say is, don't overthink it, just go out there and act normal like you go there every time okay?" she said and I nodded. It's funny how we share things, but I sometimes suspect it's the sister bond working.

"Girls breakfast is ready,"mom called out from downstairs."coming mom,"we said in unison." Jinx,"we said in unison again resulting to a series of giggles. "Last one downstairs owes the other one a panini,"Margo said running downstairs." Hey not fair,"I said fetching my bag pack and following her downstairs. After breakfast dad dropped us off at school, at the school gate I looked around with awe. Everything in that school screamed luxury, I looked at the expensive cars in the parking lot, to the well-dressed students, and I was left with my mouth agape. "Look alive girl, I'll show you to the principal's office and get your schedule," Margo offered.

"Thanks, this school is sick," I said as I followed her.

After getting my schedule Margo offered to show me around the school with the excuse of me knowing my way around 'cause she couldn't be around all the time. And since we were early I agreed. I was so great full she showed me to my locker first since I was tired of carrying my books around.