Kaycee's POV

"Baby baby baby ooh like baby baby baby nooo like" I Hear my 6:30 alarm goes off. A smile spreads across my face as I wake up dancing along to Justin Bieber. I bounce to my bathroom and brush my hair. I squeeze into my favorite pair of pants for my senior year – Black skinny jeans, then throw on my 800 dollar new top my aunt Debbie bought me yesterday- sapphire blue tank top. Which pops my eyes out says mother.

"Kaaay, perfect is pointe let's get going." Mother says in her morning perky voice. I throw on some blue flats and grab my sparkly black short cardigan and head down stairs.

"Good Morning Mother."

"Grab a low fat bagel and hit the car girly." I follow those orders and get into the car after mother.

"So Kaycee, as you know my banquet is coming up next month and I want the pageant queen to be there with me." Pageant queen is me of course I won every pageant I attended since I was 18 months.

"It's such an honor mother of course I'll be there."

"I want you to find a date too maybe some rich jocky white collar type boy?"

"Of Course" I can barely get the words out of my mouth before mother steps on the breaks and hollers.

"Stupid Mexicans watch where you're going." I laugh at that until I see the driver of the motorcycle and its Marco Hernández, I hated his guts after he gave me a silver spoon for my birthday and told me that he hated my type. This made me laugh louder and wish she would've hit him.

"Oh mother." I sigh.

"Bye Kaycee remember perfect is pretty, pointe, and promising."

"Bye mother."