| Maddie, Upside Down | Part 1 |

✿ | P A R T 1 | Happily Ever After Life |✿

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The whole theory that when you die you're life flashes before you in those little moments that brought you either depression or happiness, is real. How do I know? Because It happened to me. Well, kind of.

I almost died but for some strange reason the universe decided to spare me, or the old me. The classic high school mean girl. Destroying everything and everyone that prevented her from getting exactly what she wanted. The type of girl who wore high heel stelettos on a daily basis, and oh, you can't have a classic high school mean girl movie without that good-old homecoming dance. And just like the movies, something always goes wrong.

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Once again, Mr. Simpson was blabbering again about his "glory days" when he was an teenager. Which seemed like forever ago with his gray slip ends and serious wardrobe malfunctions. What was the point of this conversation again?

"...(insert meaningless talk here)...and none of you are listening to me." The teacher stated utterly disappointed at our class.

His eyes dart across the room to look at me. Maddie Martinez. Homecoming queen candidate. Rich. Beautiful. Popular. Yup, that's me. And Im damn proud of it.

"Mrs. Martinez, how many times do I have to tell you that you can't paint you're nails in the classroom!" He whined pathetically at me.

I glared back at him as Rachel, began explaining why it was nessisary to paint my nails here and now.

"Mr. Simpson, we all know Maddie by now and we all now she's obviously going to be voted homecoming queen so―"

"Not unless Sydney beats me." The most annoying guy in the entire world said. Correy Banks.

Man, oh man, did that kid have a niche for pissing people off and getting in trouble. He was rude, ugly, unpopular, and hated me. I have no idea why. He's probualy just jealous.

I turned around resisting the ugre to snap right in his face for thinking he's the top and his opinion is all so important. He seemed to get the message as he sunk back into his chair. I nodded to Rachel to continue as Mr. Simpson shook his head in disaproval.

"Anyways, she has to look her very best. She has a hair appointment, Makeup stylists coming, she has to get all dressed up, and not to mention plan for Ethan to―"

"Rachel!" I yelled. The one friend I decide to tell my secret romance plan tonight with Ethan and she almost blows it and humiliates me in front of the whole class. Blabber-mouth? An understatement.

She gave an awkward forced smile before sitting back down in her seat. The whole class, including Mr. Simpson seemed uncomfortable after. They must have guessed about me planning to have sex with Ethan.

"And this has to do with not doing you're math worksheet because...?" My jaw dropped, both shocked and annoyed.

"This isn't math. This is you taking advantage of being a teacher and boring us to death by taking about you're past. That's why I'm-no one is doing this stupid worksheet." I blurted out beaming at my victory.

It was his time to act shocked now, he stood there mentally raging before attempting to speak again. But by then the end of class bell had rung and all the bored students raced out the door and into the cafeteria to try to be near the front of the line to hurry to get food before it sold out.

I carefully strolled out with linked arms with Rachel and the clanging of my stiletto heels.

"I am like in looove with you're outfit." Rachel state holding the o's as she glanced up and down my outfit.

In a few seconds we arrived in the extremely crowed cafeteria filled with yelling kids. One things for sure, it was too loud to even hear yourself think.

Rachle and me walked towards the "popular" table where me and her, some cheerleaders, jocks, bad boys, and Ethan sat. Like usual everyone was talking among themselves, but this time it was about homecoming. Everyone, mostly me, was excited for it.

I sat down on Ethan's lap and Rachel sat next to Amy, a ditzy cheerleader who I knew from elementary school. I started kissing him, he gentle held my waist. I loved it when he did that, it always made me feel so protected.

"Are you hungry?" He asked as I frantically nodded my head. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a twenty dollar bill to go and buy myself some lunch with.

I know I did this a lot but I couldn't help it. One day I would be in diet mode, then the smell of hot and fresh food would hit me and then, bam. I need to eat it. The fatty goodness. Oh, why is life so cruel to me?

As I got off of Ethan's lap, the worst. Possible. Thing. Happened. I ended up running right into my geek of an ex-best friend, Finn Davis.

Growing up he had always had a certain way with being able to embarrass me. When we were six we got dared to put a worm in his sandwich and eat it only I accidentally ate his by accident. When we were nine he told everyone that I was a mutant alien because I had started puberty earlier and my boobs were forming. When I was twelve...nevermind, I've said enough to make me point.

After growing up with Finn in elementary school, I realized by high school that everything about him was bad luck written all over. And I no longer wanted to be that girl whose always embarrassed because of him.

Its not although I hate him, however, I need to stay away from him to perseurve my high standing reputation. Truth be told though, I miss him like crazy.

We crashed into each other as his spaghetti and meatball sauce spilled all over my brand new outfit. I gasped loudly as the whole cafe turned ghostly quiet shocked at the scene in front of them. I looked up and glared at him with dagger eyes that could kill.

"You-You little freak!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Nevermind. I take that back. I completely hate his guts. No one has that much bad luck; I bet he's just jealous of how popular I've become and did it on purpose. Jerk.

I stormed out of the cafe with Rachel and some other girls I barely knew as my boyfriend and an group of other boys started to harass him.

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It's now a few minutes before homecoming and all my preparations are complete. Just like I predicted, everything went smoothly.

Rachel and me sat on the edge of my pink converter. She was reading a fashion magazine with Lindsay Lohan on the cover as I was slowly getting annoyed at Ethan. He should be here with my limo by now.

I'm alerted when someone starts knocking on my bedroom door.

Its my older brother, Jake.

"Do you girls need a ride to homecoming?" he offers kindly.

Most brothers and sisters fight a lot and don't get along, we were like that too an few years ago. But when Jake entered high school and I turned eleven my parents found out what he was going through.

Jake was suicidal. Our sweet, innocent Jake, that never did anything wrong wanted to kill himself.

We had gone through some serious family bonding before pulling him out of this state.

Since then, we became insuperable.

I guess you could say I became the mean girl and bully after that. If I was on that side I wouldn't get hurt. I wouldn't be the victim.

I rapidly jump surprised.

The last I'd heard was that Jake was studying aboard in Washington trying to become an doctor.

Many places refused to accept him because of his suicidal history and scars but one university found that it as an advantage and he could connect with patients that suffer with depression.

I wasn't expecting him back and upon seeing him I immediately jumped into his arms and gave him a huge bear hug.

"You're back!" I yelled.

"Yupp;" He said brushing my hair.

"Now do you girls need a ride to homecoming?" Jake offered once again as I nodded violently.

I glared at Rachel with a questioning look on my face, "Rachel's waiting for the limo with Ethan and her boyfriend but you can give me a ride?"

Rachel looked to the ground disappointed.

It was obvious that she had a crush on my brother and there was no way I would entrust him to her. He's my brother. I just couldn't.

It's best she forgets about him, and plus, she already has a boyfriend.

That's kinda slutty.

"Uh...well, okay then." He agreed as we walked outside and entered his black Honda civic.

Driving through the night was so peaceful with the darkened and starry night sky.

Little did I know that about less than a street away a few teenagers from our neighbouring schools homecoming were driving while intoxicated.

I flipped through channels on the cars radio and stopped upon the hit single "Call me maybe?" that I was obsessed with.  However, Jake hated it.

Just to annoy him in the loving little sister way I turned the volume up until it was blaring and blurted out the songs lyrics, much to his dismay.

"HEY, I JUST MET YOU! AND THIS IS CRAZY!" I yelled while laughing.

He rolled his eyes and grunted loudly.

"C'mon bro, sing along too." I demanded as I lightly nudged him.

Meanwhile, the bros in the other truck were singing along to the same song as well, yelling and screaming and being completely out of it.

Jake for a moment took his eyes off the road and turned to look into my deep, dark, hazel eyes.

"But here's my number, so call me-"

I glanced at the road to see the enormous truck inches away from up.

I gasped loudly.

"Jake, look out!" I yelled right before blanking out to the loud repeating sound of car horns and flashing car headlights.

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✿ | To  Be  Continued | ✿

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