100+Teenage+Disaster+Zones


 * 100 Teenage disaster zones**

Intro My name is Elaine Huntington and my life is officially over! I have lost the awesome top I was going to wear to the first day of school that cost me $65, the only $65 I had! And to make matters worse my mum won’t let me borrow some money to go to the mall to buy a new top! Although nothing good would be at the mall anyway, the girls from school probably cleaned it out several days ago! This looks like a job for a social networking site! I need to blog my feelings. My life is a mess!

Chapter 1: This is a MAJOR crisis! Only one thing to do, phone Silvia. I padded over to my pink mobile, and dialled Silvia’s number. “Hello” a woman’s voice with a heavy Spanish accent answered. “Hi Mrs Martinez is Silvia around, I’m kind of in a crises” “Sure she’s just finishing her Paella, for cooking class, hold on”. I could hear a stumbling, and talking then, after about 2 minutes of waiting she came to the phone “Hey Elaine, what’s the crisis this time? Have you lost the remote again? Chances are it will still be under the couch” I’m not that dumb! (or at least I don’t think I am!) “No, not this time” I answered, still in shock “I have no clue where I left my new top, I think I need an emergency closet raid at your house” The phone went quiet. “Mamma mia, Elaine, STOP LOSING THINGS! I swear you lose more stuff than my grandma at a Christmas party” She paused, then sighed “ all right but this is the last time” “Muchos Grizias mi amigos” I mumbled and hung up the phone and ran down the stairs to the door. Maybe this day isn’t as bad as I thought!

Chapter 2: “CUTE” I say excitedly as I examine Silvia’s outfit for tomorrow. Dark blue flared Jeans with short brown boots, a gray top and a long black cardigan with a gold sun necklace to accessorise. “Totally AMAZING 10/10” I gasped some more in awe of the perfect outfit “AND all on sale” she reminded me, flicking her black curls to one side “Okay now for the task of you, I’m thinking high waist skirt with wedge heels and a plain top”. “Hmmmmmm scrumptious. With a flower brooch, it will be prefect” I exclaimed “I like the way you think” she shuffled through he room to her closet and opened it up so dramatically you would think it would be straight of a movie. Her closet is a HUGE room with shelves piled high with stilettos and pumps and rails full of the latest clothes. That is Silvia’s weakness, shopping. She can’t stand passing off the odd bargain, make that every bargain! Shopping centres are her symbolic home I think-I know her mum thinks that! “Here we are” she pulled out a big coat bag out of a rail and unzipped it so I could see it. WOW this was even greater than the top that I bought! I quickly pulled her into a tight bear hug “Wait, you haven’t seen the shoes and accessories yet” she said, muffled as I squeezed her tighter. I finally let go after she threatened she would burn the outfit if I didn’t drop her. She ran up to the ‘Accessories counter’ as I call it (because it is practically the size of one in the shops) and grabbed a pair of white wedges and a colourful flower brooch and handed them to me “Try not to lose these, they are good shoes” she said in a sarcastic tone “I won’t” I said as I squeezed her in another bear hug, this time punching me in the ribs until I let go. “I gotta run” I say as I practically fall down the stairs in her house “Oi” She called, I peered round to look at her “Try not to attract too much attention” I laughed and then sailed out the door.

Chapter 3: 1 day to go until school starts. Snore! I have my outfit lined up (thanks to silvia) but I just have to pick out the right makeup. Some soft pink lippy and slightly darker eye shadow should do the trick. I think I should wear some moisturiser too, my skin has been a flakey lately, and I don’t want the boys at school to think that I look like some flakey monster like Mrs Wilson, our scary old maths teacher. She has probably never ever used a beauty product in her life. I walked over to my laptop, sat down and sighed, 62 emails. I deleted all the junk-which ruled out ¾ of them. But then one caught my eye, a message from an unknown sender. I clicked the open button and to my surprise it was from the school principal. It was about my class list, it read:

Dear Student, Because of a complaint that has been recently issued, we have re-organised your classes. Your home-room class and optional study classes will stay the same, but your basic classes won’t. Please do not be alarmed by this change, we have been informed of the people that you are friends with and you will most likely be with them. The NEW people you will be with are listed below-

Maths- Room 305 Science- Room 29 English- Room 74 Christina Markus Norman Jones Tyler Johnson Lily Hammonds Sandra Baker Silvia Martinez Ollie Poalo Melody Turner Paul Sanders Micheal Smith Aaron Cook Darren Slimm

I hope you are happy with the classes that you are in as there will be no further changes to this list.

Signed Mrs Blackburn

This is good and bad, I am finally in all my classes with Silvia, so now I don’t have to hear Mrs Thomas drone on about using capital letters! And the bad thing is I have to show my face to Tyler Johnson, the school HOTTIE which I totally humiliated myself in Grade 4. I really don’t want to relive that memory! Another bad is Christina Markus, another school 'hottie' who practically ruled the hallways AKA. she hates you if your not blonde or popular, which for me is hard. I no have desire to become blonde or popular but having some chance with a few hot guys would be nice, you know... once in a while. I heard that she (and her blonde crew) have this diary that has every number for EVERY good pedicurists in the country, which they fly to in their puffy pink private jet, did I forget to mention she is super rich! (thanks to her dad, who is CEO of Megares inc.) This is beyond bad, this is fatal! I might have to lie down for a while and scope out my possibilities. Including thinking about a way to NOT to show my face to Tyler, which won't be hard because Christina will be on his tail every step he makes through that classroom. But still, I have GOT to keep a low profile, to avoid public humiliation.

Chapter 4: Once again Silvia is the best option in this situation I picked up our ancient home phone (since my cell was out of credit) and called her up on her mobile “Oh hey Elaine, what’s up? Did you get the email about the class lists? Isn’t it great? NO MORE Boringness, from now on texting under the tables only! Ha ha” “Hey Silvia, and no it isn’t great! Tyler Johnson, total hottie, cooking class! And miss big bootie patootie blonde pants is in ANOTHER of our classes” “I don’t see what the problem is.And plus we will totally ignore that stupid little bimbo” I scrunched my face up (and she accuses me of being forgetful) “Remember, grade four, coke and icecream all over my face?” “Oh yeah” She said in a mocking tone “The exploding spider* in cooking class, totally genius. Everyone laughed, even Christina” I went quiet, HOW COULD SHE! People called me ice-cream face the whole year! “Oh I mean for them genius, you know how dumb those guys are. And miss Bimbo as well” I stayed quiet “Sorry Elaine, How ‘bout a sleep over at my house, we’ll read fashion magazines, do each others nails, and eat junk food all night, what do you say?” “Hrumpphh,” I said “Ill even let you take any pair of shoes you like” Sylvia pleaded. I thought about it for a moment and then replied “Alright” (I am a total sucker for shoes) “My place: 4 p.m., bring popcorn and a DVD” she replied “Great ill see you there!” I said excitedly. I hung up and slouched down on my fuzzy purple bean bag when I remembered my first day assessment was due tomorrow (It wasn’t called a ‘first day’ assessment for nothing after all). I cracked open a notebook that I kept my ‘personal’ notes in only to find that my mother had written all her catering numbers all over it. I banged my head on it a couple of times; Why did my mum have to run a busy catering business? This sucks big time. Now I will have nothing to go off when writing this report. Stupid! Stupid me!


 * Not a creepy crawly spider but one that you drink (it has fizzy drink and ice cream in it)

Chapter 5: I slammed my notebook on the floor and sighed. "There, that'll show those torturous teachers to mess with me" I stared down at my 2000 word report. You would think they would spare some feelings, but not at this school. I got to Kilvington Middle School in America. My mother moved here with me when my parents split up six years ago. Now I am 13 and am in 7th grade. I transferred from Australia and before the England, so I guess I am well travelled. I live in a twelve story apartment building in west Alabama, about seven miles from my school. It's a nice space, but a bit cramped at times. Unlike Silvia's house which was practically a palace compared to my tiny flat. Her room was the size of my dining and living room put together, with long lilac painted walls with intricately detailed flowers painted on the edges lining the room. Her father had painted these before he went back to Spain. Her family all come from Spain but her parents decided to move out here when she was merely six months old so she knows traditions better than me. She also had a big double bed with plum cloth draped around the top. "So..." I asked "How is Julian?" Julian in Silvia's super cute boyfriend who is in the year above her. Even though he spends most of his time with his friends they both seem to be head over heels in love with each other, but I think we both know it won't last long because I have seen her get into this state, she seems not to take anything seriously, and then she realises he is not right for her, and she just abandons them. "Julian is fine, just fine" she said turning her nose up at me. "What is it?" I probed her carefully. "He's hanging around with Simone Lonerm" she shouted while he bursted into tears. "All of a sudden, she is the new me, hanging around with her, flirting back to her. He even invited her to a party and forgot to invite me! What does he see in her! I mean she is like, butt ugly" I couldn't disagree with that. Simone isn't the most attractive girl in town, and I DID see her hanging around with Julian at the mall last week. "You will be fine" I lied "He will come back any day to you soon, besides, you are like the hottest girl in our school" Another lie. Christina Markus probably is the prettiest, but she is only a typical blonde dipstick. Her blonde crew is also just as pretty, but she hates to admit it. Nina Hempsworth is second in command, followed by Lily Hammonds and Kelly O'Brian. I personally think Silvia is probably the best brains and pretty combo, but deep down we all know all boys want a little booby-licious blondey, and they only marry us because we are like leftovers, luckily for Christina and the blonde crew. "Thanks" She sniffled, stuffing another chocolate malt-teaser in her mouth. We had a usual chocolate party, filled with coco spread, poptarts, chocolate bars and pictures of Taylor Launtner. My favourite type of celebration, one that you never have to feel guilty over. I quickly shovelled a piece of graham cracker dipped in chocolate in my mouth and stared at our food layout. "Do you think that we will go through to high school?" I asked contently, slumping back into my over-sized purple sleeping bag. "Okay Elaine.