I'm creating this story with my character from another story, Senna Mereck. She's basically that feisty red-head with a short temper, but caring and sweet with her friends. She wears a lot of clothes from different cultures, but most normal American clothes.

Enjoy!

"Did you see that new girl?"

"She's hot!"

"Dude, she would kill you."

That was all Lexi Reed heard when she entered Webster High.

Why are they not paying attention to me? She thought angrily.

"Hello, people! I'm wearing a new pink gypsy dress! This is the latest trend." She said, twirling her hair and walking on the tiles like it was a runway.

"I heard she came from Florida."

"Oh, so, she's a beach girl?"

"Yeah, she's pretty cool."

Who are they talking about? She asked, but apparently she wasn't looking where she was watching. She bumped into to someone. Hard.

When she looked up, she saw a bunch of red hair. Red, springy curls. Pale skin with freckles across the nose. Glistening, green eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The girl said in a slight Scottish accent.

This girl was actually kinda pretty. She kinda looked like Merida from Brave, but with green eyes and thinner eyebrows.

She was dressed in a tan, lacy cardigan, a dark blue, flowing shirt and jeans with white sandals. Totally chic.

"Watch where you're going, clumsy dork!" Lexi screeched, making everyone look at them. She had to keep up her act.

"Me?! You weren't even looking, bleach blonde!" She retorted.

Lexi kept herself from gasping. No one had even dared to get in her face like that.

Instead, she just smirked.

"Watch your back, Carrot-Top. These next few hours are going to be your worst nightmare." She growled and waited for a reaction.

This girl rolled her eyes and pushed Lexi out of the way.

Lexi was practically forced down a pit of despair.

First, she insults me. Then she pushes me? She thought. I'm going to make sure she never shows her face again.

After the first three classes, it was time for lunch.

Of course, Lexi and her cheerleader friends were chatting about makeup tips. But then one question ran to her.

Where is Paisley?

As if on cue, the ditzy blonde came walking with a new lunch buddy. The red-head from earlier.

They looked like they were having a good time, with Paisley laughing so hard.

"That's so funny, Senna!" She smiled.

So that was her name.

"Paisley!" Lexi exclaimed, making them both look her way.

"Oh, hey, Lexi." Paisley grinned at her.

"What are you doing with that clumsy dork?" She sneered.

"I haven't forgotten you, bleach blonde." Senna said from the other side.

Some of the students started laughing.

"At least I don't look like Carrot Top." Lexi said.

"At least I'm not a wannabe-Barbie." She remarked.

Lexi got the wind knocked out of her. She just stomped out of the cafeteria with a pissed-off look.

Paisley and Senna just continued to chat.

The blonde was in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. She was not bleach blonde. She was a natural blonde.

At least she didn't have giant, red curls like that. But it looked rather nice on Senna.

But Lexi's reflection seemed flawless to her. Unless you looked deeper.

Outside was a makeup-covered face with seemingly perfect features.

But on the inside, she felt like a gaping black hole, eating up the compliments like candy and spitting out insults on the less fortunate.

I have to get her out of here. And with that a flash of blonde whisked back into the cafeteria.

Oh! Tell me what you think!