Miya
Getting home I run up the stairs and flop onto my bed. My bed is my mother fluffin bed, do not touch my bed, go near my bed. Hell! Don't even be in the same room as my bed. Unless you're Jay Jay of course.
This little monster must be Psychic because as soon as his name popped into my head he came bursting through the door, screaming as yelling about how he was going to attack the alien that had entered his sister's body.
Wow.
I must admit this kid has one hell of an imagination, but to be fair when I was his age I convinced my self and my two best friends at the time that we were all mermaids with special powers.
Wow.
I guess siblings aren't that much different.
I told Jay Jay that we would play later and that I was very tired and needed to take a quick nap, he pouted for a while but I told him were the secret stash of cookies were and he was on his way out the door in no time.
I layed down in the bed and what I though was going to be a short power nap turned into a whole night sleep.
***
I woke up to my phone blowing up with notifications, this was ridiculous. I wasn't that popular on social media but all-of-a-sudden I had a million notifications. My phone was continuing to blow the fluff up so I decided to leave it and take a shower.
I throw on some blue jeans and a sweater, I'm pretty casual but can fancy it up when I have or want to. grabbing my phone and backpack I catch the school bus to hell for the second day. If I had a choose eating fish or going to school, I'd pick the fish any day and just so we're on the same page here.
I absolutely despise fish with a passion.
I get on the school bus and everyone, and I mean everyone. Even the fluffin school bus driver was staring at me. What was wrong with everyone today, don't you people have anything other than me to look at.
I sit down in the middle of the bus, everyone still staring at me, I didn't look who I sat next to. He was an attractive guy, chestnut brown hair and shy blue eyes. He looked at me and then looked at everyone else who was staring at me.
He then stands up and announces, "The Princess is here the contest will begin after the annual opening football game."
Princess, no there has to be some kind of mistake I think to myself.
The bus arrives at the school and I rush to find my best friend Megan to get to the bottom of what's going on in this hell hole.
Half running, have looking like an i***t I slide into my homeroom and sit behind Meg. She looks at me in awe, I look at her and the smack her on her head. "I have been stared at all morning like that can you please tell me what the hell is going on before I lose my shit."
She rubs her head and pouts for a second before explaining.
"Miya, Miller High has a bunch of crazy traditions, you know this right?"
"Yes Meg I'm not an idiot."
"This includes the 'Starboy' competition, one of the biggest contests the students of Miller High hold every year. The rules are simple once the princess is chosen the sign ups begin. Once signups are finished then it's every man for himself."
She coughs dramatically for the scary effect that I like, I only like it because it makes her sound ridiculous and it's extremely funny.
"There are 3 rules that must be followed.
Rules
1. You have to refer to the chosen girl as 'princess' nothing else.
2. You have to take the princess on a date. (Even if it's to Taco Bell.)
3. You must take the princess virginity by the end of the night you take her on the date."
She says ending the dramatic effect with and explosion.
I laugh a bit. "Why has I never heard of this before" I say seemingly knowing what she's going to say. "Well Miya, maybe if you would check your dumb phone you would know about it."
I smile. I never check my phone and It always upsets Meg because she like glued to her and so sometimes when she text or calls me i'll purposely not answer.
Hey, I gotta get my laughs somehow.
Meg nudges me to signal that class was starting and I should probably start paying attention, but yet all I could think of is how the hell did I become the freshman princess of Miller High. Oh god, how deep should I dig my grave?