My High school Drama

Hi there, my name is Serena. I’m fourteen and the only child of my parents. We’re not poor, but we’re not filthy rich either—just a normal middle-class family living in Lily Hills. My mom works as an editor at a big publishing company. She’s really strict and always busy. My dad, on the other hand, is a reporter for a news channel. He’s fun, and he gives the best gifts. I’m in my final year of sophomore middle school, which means exams are coming up fast. Everyone’s busy thinking about what high school they want to attend… well, everyone except me. Why, you might ask? Simple—I’ve already made up my mind. I decided when I was eight years old that I would attend my dream high school: Larian. Larian is huge—like, capital-B Big—and it’s packed with rich, popular kids. For example, Franklin Jackson’s son, Billy, goes there. He’s so handsome. Or there’s Green, Deyonce’s daughter. My point is, you basically have to be filthy rich to even step through their gates. Their school fees? One billion per session. I know—crazy. But can you really blame them? The school has everything, literally everything—a theatre, gymnastics, equipped science labs, poetry classes, dance tutors, vocalists. They even hold talent shows from time to time, and if you win, you have a big chance of working with one of the famous people. Now back to reality. Like I said, I’m not filthy rich, so getting into this high school seems like a dream, but one way or the other, I will get in. Oh no, I’m gonna miss the bus! I dashed out of my room, down the stairs, and grabbed my bag. Mom: “Serena, aren’t you going to have breakfast?” Serena: “Sorry, Mom, I’m gonna miss the bus,” I said as I rushed out of the house. “Bye!” Mom: “She never listens.” Dad was already seated at the dining table having breakfast. Dad: “Well, she is a kid, isn’t she?” he said, giggling. I ran to the bus as fast as I could. The bus was about to leave when I shouted from a distance, “Wait!” The driver gave me an annoyed look. I apologized as I got into the bus, but he just looked away from me. So rude. I was still trying to catch my breath when the bus began to move, so I quickly sat in my seat. The bus arrived at school in thirty minutes. I got off the bus like every other student and made my way into the school. I was in the hallway walking to my class when I heard someone call my name from behind. I turned around to see my best friend, Laura. Laura (chewing gum): “Hey, bestie.” Serena: “Heyyyy.” I had already spotted the shiny logo on her bag before she said a word. Laura: “I’ve been dying to show you my new Gucci bag.” Serena: “I noticed. It’s lovely.” In case you’re wondering why Laura wasn’t on the bus, well, Laura is kind of like this school’s rich kid. Her dad owns a modeling firm, and her mom owns a successful skincare brand. So yeah, she’s rich. Her personal driver drops her off at school every day. Laura is the last child in a family of three girls, so, as you would expect, she acts like an over-pampered rich brat. But she’s not all bad—she’s really nice and caring, though she literally throws money at everything. Like one time, she invited me to get lunch with her at her favorite restaurant, and you probably guessed, it’s really fancy. We were eating when a waiter accidentally spilled some juice on her really expensive gown. She immediately got in her car and went straight to the mall and purchased the latest Louis Vuitton dress. She almost disposed of the one that got stained, but she had it dry-cleaned and gave it to me. I couldn’t help but stare at her. It didn’t make sense why she would dispose of such a perfectly good dress, but I wasn’t going to turn it down. Oh well, back to reality. Me and Laura walked to class and took our seats beside each other. Yh, my bestie is my seatmate. The bell rang, the teacher walked in, and lessons began. The period before break, something incredible happened. The principal walked in and made the best—I mean, the best—announcement ever. Principal: “Good day, class.” Class: (stands) “Good day, sir.” Principal: “Okay, everyone, take your seats. I have an important announcement to make. As you all know, this is your final year in middle school and also your last year in sophomore. Everyone is still trying to figure out what high school to attend, but it seems an opportunity has smiled on you all.” Class: (murmuring in confusion) Principal: “As I was saying, the biggest high school in Lily Hills has decided to hold a scholarship competition between all middle schools in Lily Hills, with the top five getting a scholarship to the school.” Class: (shrieking excitedly) Principal: “The competition will be held a month after your final exams, and only straight-A students will be allowed to compete.” Class: “Whaaat?” Principal: “Yes, you heard right, so do your best. Good luck, and have a nice day.”