Lottery Ticket by Jasmine Redolence (good inspirational books txt) 📖

the door of the lunchroom, a crowd of kids came up to me and started asking me questions. The weird thing was, all of these people were popular's sidekicks. The populars were just glaring at me, obviously jealouus. First, I answered the sidekicks questions.

Sidekick #!: Aren't you the girl on TV?

Me: Yes.

Sidekick #2: You won the lottery?!

Me: Um, yeah.

Sidekick #3: Can I have your autograph?

Me: Uh...okay....

Sidekick #4: I need lunch money. Can I borrow yours?

Me: Sure.

This went on for awhile and I did my best to answer them all, but then I had to sit down and eat, before the bell rang again. Out of nowhere, the mega-popular girl walked up to my table. By "the", I mean Jessica. I kept eating. I mean, it wasn't like she came to talk to me, right? Wrong.

"So, I heard you won the lottery." she said.

"Mhm," I replied, swallowing my food.

"Mmm...You're in. Meet us at 3:22 sharp after school at King's."she told me. With that, she walked away.

I looked like someone had just slapped me. Jessica Harson, THE Jessica Harson, had just told me I was officially a member of her clique; the mega-popular clique. And, she invited me to King's, only the coolest place to hang out after school.

"Did she just say what I think she said?" Lailah asked, already knowing the answer.

'Yup..." I stared into space dreamily.

"Wow," remarked Payton and Miranda.

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   After lunch, some popular girls walked up to me and said,

"You! You're the girl who won the lottery."

"Yeah," I replied casually, half-expecting them to gush over it. but they didn't.

"Don't you think you can take our spot." they hissed.

"I never said--" I tried to defend my self.

"We don't care. All we're saying is that you better watch your step."

King's

  I didn't think much of what the populars said. I was part of the mega-opulars and invited to King's. They were probably jealous anyways. Typical. At 3:22 exactly I was there, and so were they. Jessica walked in and we all followed her. 

  It was beautiful with lights and everything. Inside, was a dance floor (disco ball included) with a DJ and even a bar. I was surprised and a little nervous from the mega-populars, and the bar. But the dance floor looked gorgeous and was calling my name. I managed to stopped myself. 

"Who's she?" Delilah, a brunette member of the group said. 

"New member, I invited," Jessica responded coolly.

There was a moment of silence and staring since Jessica never invited anyone. In fact, the group was made up of some friends, nobody was ever invited. The members looked from Jessica to me and again. 

"Kelsey, the girl who won the lottery," Jessica informed them.

They nodded as if they understood, though Melissa still had a bit of a confused look on her face. Melissa is Jessica's best friend since forever. Jessica shares everything with Melissa and vice versa. But it seems like Jessica hadn't mentioned inviting me. The silence became way too awkward so i felt like I needed to say something.

"I love the place it's..."I started, searching for the right word.

"Spectacular," I finished. It was the only word I could think of.

"Thanks, I own it," Jessica replied.

The group and I were shocked. I was surprised--Jessica owned  this amazing place! The group was shocked cause Jessica said thanks. She's not really too appreciative, apparently. Jessica broke the silence.(she's good at doing that!)

"To celebrate Kelsey's joining, drinks for all--my treat!" Jessica exclaimed in a partyish mood.

A man came with a tray of several drinks. They were pink and fizzy. I had a bad feeeling about them, so I spoke up.

"Is this lemonade?" I asked.

Everyone laughed. Jessica giggled too and then gave the people a look to shut them up. That look worked like a charm. The group stopped laughing at once. I felt embarassed. I shouldn't have asked that question. Jessica was nice about it thought, apart from the giggling.

"It's not lemonade; it's White Zinfandel," she said, smiling.

"Oh." I dumbly responded. I had no idea what White Zinfandel was but I wasn't about to make a fool out of myself again. I decided to just drink it, how bad could it be?

 

 

White Zinfandel

 I took a sip, and then another. It wasn't too bad...and everybody else was drinking it too. I gulped the drink down and tried to smile. Jessica poured some more of that pink stuff. She was drinking alot. Then she gave me the bottle. I took it, unsure of what to do.

"Chug the bottle down," Jessica instructed. Uneasy, I looked around the room. Everyone was drinking and laughing. Would it really hurt to drink a bottle? I opened the cap, but then my eye caught on the label:

                                                       White Zinfandel Wine

                                            Do not use if younger than legal age of 18

What was I doing here? I had just drank a glass of wine and was now about to drink a whole bottle. I had to get myself out of this crazy place. An urge to drink more was coming. A little more won't hurt, I thought. So I chugged down the bottle. Immidietly I felt dizzy. My head pounded like drums. I could feel the wine comin up.

I woke up to see Jessica looking at me and dead silence. I looked at my clothes. Ohh $&!*

"You 'Kay?" Jessica asked.

"Umm yeah. I think so. Listen I'm sorry about..." I trailed off.

"Its okay. It happens when it's your first time." Jessica replied with a mischevious grin.

"Thanks. Can I borrow some clothes?" I asked, unsure of what the reply would be. Fortunately, she said yes and let me use the Mega-popular changing room, full of designer clothes that were just there. I walked in and picked a cute outfit. Then I hid my other clothes in my bookbag.

"Where are the others and how do I look? I asked Jessica.

"The others left after the accident and see for yourself," she said directing me to a mirror. I actually looked awesome but I was worried now about something else.

"What time is it?" I casually said.

"11:20". I tried to hide the panic on my face. It was 11:20!! My mom and dad were SO going to kill me. I was supposed to be home before dinner. 11:20, I'm embarassed to say, is WAY past my bedtime. What a day. Getting to be mega-popular, going to King's and drinking wine, and then throwing up! Oh yeah, and also getting some cute clothes...

"I'd better get going than. See ya tomorrow," I smiled.

"Latz," Jessica said and left.

I went home and rung the doorbell.

Grounded

My parents were waiting at the front door when I walked in. They had the "you are in trouble, young lady" look on their face. I sat down on a couch. I obviously couldn't tell them that I had gone to some club and drank wine. I desperately searched my mind for an excuse. Homework club? No, they come back at 6:30. How about the Debate Team? Nope they're back at 7:55.

"Um...I was at a friends house. We had a project to work on for Mrs.Lanheys class. I totally forgot to call you and the project is due tomorrow. We crammed and finished it. Sorry I'm late."

"That isnt an excuse! You should have called us and 11:25 is not 'late'. It's extremely irresponsible of you to have done that." My dad scolded.

"Do you have any idea how worried we were?! You broke our trust! And tell me the truth, where exactly were you? We called all of your friends' houses." My mom yelled.

"It was a new friend..." my voice trailed of.

"Whatever it was, guess what? You're grounded. Go to your room. NOW." My mom screamed.

I stomped upstairs to my room. My parents are SO not the best. I took out the list from my desk drawer.I added 21.

 21. New parents

Annoying Calls

Lailah called in the morning. For some reason, I didn't feel like telling her what actually happened. So when she asked me how King's was, I said it was cool. Then she was said,

"Ohh I get it, you wanna tell me the details face-to-face. See ya at school then," and then she hung up on me. Truth was, I didn't want to tell her at school either. I wanted it to be a mega-popular thing. She wouldn't understand anyways. Right when I was leaving, Payton was calling.

It's probably nothing important anyways...so I left it ringing. Miranda called and I picked up the phone, annoyed.

"What!" I frustratedly spoke.

"How was King's?" Miranda replied in a small voice.

"It was awesome. Really huge with a disco dance floor and a mega-popular changing room too," I gushed. Hey, I wanted to gush about it to someone. Just not the wine part, 'cause I have a feeling they wouldn't understand.

"Really? You're so lucky. I want to go there too." Miranda sighed.

"Yeah, well it's a mega-popular thing. If you were one of us, you'd be able to come too. Anyways, I've gotta go. I have places to go, things to do. Latz!" with that, I hung up the phone, satisfied of myself.