The Luckiest, Unlucky Girl in Lilac High

I blinked my eyes. After partying hard last night, it took me some time to realign my wits. I knew saying yes to my cousins' invitation was a mistake. I will never, EVER, party with them again. Those guys are so wild that I barely remember the details. My last memory was of Simon throwing me into the pool after he lost a bet with his friends, which, by the way, annoyed the hell out of me as I was an innocent bystander! I was sitting on a plastic stool, just meters away from the crowd, and busied myself playing with my Woofie, the quirkiest and sassiest golden retriever in the whole of Moore City. I had only had a sip of an Apple Martini I got from a passing waiter when Simon forcefully lifted me and threw me in the pool, resulting in laughter and cheers from his friends and other spectators. I gasped for air and aggressively flapped my thin arms as my Chanel Lambskin Blouson grew heavier because of the water. Things happened so fast; I only caught a glimpse of my cousin's face signaling someone to help me since the fool also does not know how to swim, and then I passed out. The thought made me shiver. It's as if I can still feel the dampness of the icy water as it touches my skin. Still drowsy and lulled by the cold, I tried to readjust my sore back but suddenly felt like drowning again! I hurriedly stood up, blew my nose, and gagged all the water I inhaled. Dazed from the near drowning, lack of sleep, and splitting headache, I assessed my surroundings and realized the situation. "Holy moly! WHY AM I INSIDE MY BATHTUB?!" I shrieked. Freezing, I hurriedly exited the water and ran to find the nearest towel. I stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the wall clock hanging above my TV. "10:37 AM?! I'm dead. So dead." School starts at 8, and I am exactly 2 hours, 37 minutes, and 12 seconds late. Great. Who's the foolish one who partied on a Sunday? Simon. There's no one else to blame but him. I sighed and groaned. "What a great way to start my day," I mumbled. Since I was already late for my 1st and 2nd periods, Math and Science, respectively, I just took my time to prepare. While I scrubbed the remnants of yesterday's fun, let me tell you some things about me. I'm not too fond of Math. I swear, my brain does a 360 when I hear things like triangles, algebra, trigonometry, etc. Why do we need Math anyway? I'm okay with the basic stuff, like adding or subtracting, since they are helpful when I buy my groceries. I do not need to solve the diameter of the pizza I order; it's on the menu anyway. Back to the topic, I wouldn't say I like Math, but on the contrary, I proclaim myself a Science expert—an expert, not a geek. The subject is complex, but something unique about Science tickles my hypothalamus. I discover new things during experiments, research, and much more. Did I mention that I love inventing kinds of stuff? Science makes me feel like I have a purpose. Unlike Math. Screw Math. I finished getting ready by 11:30. Since the 3rd period does not start till 1 PM, I figured I could still drive-thru to the nearest McDonald's and get some brunch. I fished my keys from the drawer and tidied myself up. I walked towards the door, readying to exit, but then I remembered something. I stopped. "Ah, right, I almost forgot." I opened the drawer again and got my watch. It's not just an ordinary watch. You see, I love tinkering with stuff. It's one of my hobbies. After I wore it, I went out of the room. I faced the door, looked at my watch, and adjusted the settings. I pressed the button beside it and turned the gears until it read 12:51. I then waited to hear that satisfying click. It only took me around 3 seconds, and then, bingo! The room is now secured. Ladies and gentlemen, let me present my latest successful invention, the Lockey Gears II. It boasts a 99.9% chance of your room being safe from robbers and other "lost" people entering it when you're away. Are you asking about the missing 0.01%? Well, that's allotted for when you arrive because, by then, the watch will detect the sensors in the door and try to "communicate" with them. Once it establishes the connection, it now patiently waits for you to readjust the gears and do its job to unlock the door. Of course, there are alternatives when you lose the watch, etc., but I'll tell you another time because the clock is ticking, and my brunch is waiting. After that locking ceremony, my watch automatically readjusted to display the current time. Efficient, huh? I walked to the elevator and waited for it to reach the basement, where the cars were parked. I live in a condominium, by the way. To be exact, I live in the most luxurious condominium building in Moore City. I live on the 21st floor, and I'm telling you, living in a high-end condo is not all pretty, relaxing, and all that rich things crap. The travel time to the ground floor is painstakingly dull and long for someone living a foot below the penthouse. The stairs are not even one of the choices. Once, when I got to the condo and found the first elevator to be under maintenance and the second had a line, I had no choice but to climb the stairs or risk peeing my pants. The memory haunts me until now. Plus, I must wake up extra early to ensure I'm not late for school. But as much as I hate the travel time, I was looking forward most to the amenities it offers. It has a fully functional gym facility, well-equipped with all the training and workout equipment you could imagine. It occupies three levels in the building, with a cafeteria on the side of each floor—absolutely bonkers. As soon as I saw their posters advertising this massive gym, I could not get a hold of myself and bought my way to this artificial heaven of an oasis (Thanks, Mom and Dad!). It could easily top the training gyms of Olympic athletes. I could not ask for anything better. I had a chill ride to McDonald's afterwards. I chose Luna for today. She's a white Bentley Continental GT Convertible which I had customized with a wider body kit and a new exhaust system for that rich and low rumble it produces- a classy choice for the first day of school. I drove past people taking double looks and hurrying to take a picture. What can I say? My Luna is a head-turner. As I reached the drive-thru, I ordered 5 of THE BEST FOOD EVER, 10-piece nuggets, and cola for the drink. The ride to school usually takes me 40 minutes tops when the traffic gets crazy. But the road is pretty straightforward since I went out late, and most responsible people are now in their offices or school. It only took me 20 minutes until I turned the bend and saw the university's gate. I thought of walking around the campus before class started since it was the first day of school. I am late anyway. We don't want to look stupid and get lost, right? Right. Better late than stupid. I was greeted by the arc indicating my new school's name- Lilac High. New school, new life. As I cruised to the school's parking lot, I looked around, and my suspicion was confirmed. With the buildings that looked like castles and flags waving on their pillars, plus the gold envelope containing my Letter of Acceptance I received last week, this school is ELITE! I can feel my excitement through my bones as I prepare my bag and leave Luna. I observed that no one was around, and everybody seemed to be in their classrooms. I walked through the hallways leading to what I hoped led to the offices. I only hope that I will settle here fast. I feel good about the overall vibe I am getting from the school. It almost feels like magic runs through the air, although I know magic does not exist. But there's just something about the school that makes my stomach tingle. With excitement? Nervousness? I'm not sure. As my thoughts swallowed me, I was disrupted by a shout in front of me. I looked up, and for a glimpse, I saw a hurling basketball millisecond away from my face and a huge-eyed boy trying to catch it. My last recollection was thinking he wouldn't reach it in time, and then I blacked out on my first day of school. Just. My. Luck.