The brunette looked at me.
“I’m Blair Summerton and my daddy is Marshal Summerton, you know the guy whose directing your umm koalas movie.” When Blair said koala, she stifled a laugh. Maddy didn’t. I looked at Blair and the only word that came to mind was prep. An LA prep. Nice. She had unnaturally straight brown glossy hair and she was wearing an off white ribbon head band with layered light blue and soft pink lacoste polos with blue madras bermudas. She wore a pearl necklace. As they were about to walk away, I thought about how I was going to live under these two obviously popular girls. I didn’t even know half of it until I saw the most pefect looking person in the world. This girl had Long, sleek balck hair, shockingly blue eys and carried herself as if she was the queen. I guess she was.
“Maddy, Blair what are you doing, talking to this…midwest tumbleweed?” Maddy and Blair looked at her with sheepish expressions.
“Sorry.” They mumbled together, both looking at the ground.
“I’m Abby Mack.”
“What?”