"Andy, it's quarter to. Are you almost ready?" Andrea looked up at the sound of her father's voice and gave her blonde hair one final brush stroke. She made sure that her hair and makeup was perfect before responding.
"I'm on my way, Dad," she yelled, grabbing her pink Prada purse and opening her bedroom door just as her brother, Dylan, came out of his room.
"You look like a Barbie doll. You're really gonna wear that on your first day?"
Andy looked down at her outfit. She was wearing a cute sparkly pink tank top with a jean miniskirt, pink leggings, and a pair of pink sequence ballet flats. In her opinion, she looked good.
"At least I'm wearing clean clothes." Dylan glanced down at his dirty band tee and ripped jeans and shrugged.
Andy simply rolled her eyes at her fashion victim brother and made her way down the stairs.
Her parents were waiting for her in the kitchen. Her father, Emmett, was sitting at the table sipping a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. Her mother sat across from him, reading the latest issue of Cosmo.
Emmett looked up at his daughter and smiled. "You look beautiful Andy. Are you excited?" Andy nodded.
Elle looked up from her magazine and smiled, "All ready to go honey? Oooh, you look cute, love that top."
Elle stood and grabbed her keys off of the stove top. Her hair, which her daughter had inherited, was a brilliant blonde, and curled around her shoulders. She was wearing a navy suit with pink accents, and a pair of hot pink stilettos. From under her chair peaked Gucci, the family's blonde Chihuahua.
"Yes, I'm ready," Andy said nervously. She was ready for this, her first day of high school.
"Let's go then," Elle said in her ever cheerful voice.
As they pulled up to the high school Andy felt her confidence begin to falter. There were so many people. Groups of students crowded the lawn in front of the large school building. Andy swallowed nervously as she unbuckled her seat belt.
"Andy," Elle said, placing a hand on her daughters shoulder, "don't be nervous. You're going to have a great day."
"I know, it's just..."
"You'll be fine. Besides, your brother will help you if need be. Right Dylan?"
Dylan, whose headphones were pounding out heavy metal music, made a grunting noise in response as he opened the door and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him.
Elle leaned over and hugged her daughter. "Have a wonderful day honey. Just be yourself, and everything will be fine."
Andy smiled and hugged her mom tighter. Her mom always knew just what to say to make her feel better. Slowly Andy pulled away from the hug.
"Thanks mom," she smiled as she grabbed her backpack and opened the door.
Stepping out of the car and towards the school's open front doors, Andy promised herself that no matter what happened, she would stay true to herself. She was her mother's daughter after all.