Chapter 1: Dread
Marlenie
“Marlenie Ashanti Lucas!” I would groan at the sound of my sister’s voice. “Get up! It’s a perfectly sunny Saturday, and you’re going to waste it by laying in bed all day!”
Atarah would burst inside my room, almost breaking my door handle. She would stop to look at the messy interior. “This is a mess.” She would remark. I would roll my eyes, slowly rising out of bed, pulling the pink duvet cover over my smooth dark skinned legs.
“There’s a party tonight and you’re going.” I glared up at my sister’s face. She knows how much I hate parties. I would sigh angrily.
“Absolutely not!” I would shoot up to my feet, standing directly in front of my sister. I crossed my arms and shook my head. My sister wouldn’t even give me time to argue.
“No, you’re going whether you like it or not! You need to loosen up and find friends. I don’t want to be the only person hanging out with you.” She could’ve said she doesn’t like hanging out with me.
“You don’t have to be the onl-” She would quickly hand me her phone to make me shut up, motioning me to look at the content displayed. I would scroll through the post that showed a bright neon poster with orientation party details for all new and old students at Laker High.
I made a disgusted expression, side eyeing my sister. “I am not going to this.” I handed her back her phone. She would sigh, “But you need to find some acquaintances before you start on Monday.”
I groaned at the thought of going back to school and the fact my sister was practically forcing me to go to a party. But my sister was right. I needed to at least know a few people.
I already met a girl at open house. Libby Ramos. She had long beautiful blonde hair with a nicely tanned hourglass body. Complete opposite of my black curly mid-length hair with a fair dark tone to my skin and flat chest. She had many friends, an extrovert and a kind soul.
“HELLO?!” My sister would wave her arms at me. I would jump. “Sorry!” My sister would shake her head. “You’re hopeless.” I rolled my eyes at her, turning towards my bed before her firm hand gripped on my forearm.
“Not so fast! We need to give you a makeover!” I sighed, defeated. “Don’t worry. You’ll look amazing.”
