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[color=gray][indent][indent]Forty-five minutes before the warning bell of Rosefell High was scheduled to go off, the sounds of the Disney Channel [i]Camp Rock[/i] movie soundtrack could be heard from behind the closed door of the bedroom that once belonged to the now newly-engaged Charlotte Diedrikson. Inside the room was a lavender-haired young woman, singing and dancing along to the music coming from her phone’s speakers while browsing through her potential outfit selection. Finally, she set her sights on a [url=https://i.imgur.com/XLNG83Q.jpg]spaghetti-strapped, flower-printed red mini dress[/url], and a matching pair of white and beige wedges. One glance in the mirror made her question whether the length of the dress was appropriate or not, but the girl merely shrugged and pushed the worries away. If the school had anything to say about her wardrobe choices, they could take it up with the big bad [s]wolf[/s] lawyer downstairs.

Giselle Seara’s morning routine was much like every other teenage girl’s was: a nice warm shower, a skincare routine, a brushing of the hair, a few generous spritzes of her fruity Escada perfume, and a little makeup to highlight her natural beauty. Once the motions were over and done with, she raced downstairs to the dining room, eager to put an end to the fierce growling of her stomach.

[color=B75EB3]“Hi Auntie Kole! Hi Uncle Warren!”[/color] Gigi said cheerfully, wrapping her arms around her uncle for a quick hug before doing the same to her aunt.

[color=4F4FA3]“Morning, sunshine!”[/color] Nikole greeted her niece, planting a kiss on the girl’s head before letting her go and pointing to an empty seat at the dining table. [color=4F4FA3]“Your breakfast is already served and ready: an [i]organic[/i] smoked salmon bagel with cream cheese and spinach [i]and[/i] a glass of freshly-squeezed lemonade, as requested. I hope you like it!”[/color]

Smiling, the young woman skipped to the table, took a seat and immediately dove right in. [color=B75EB3]“Shoot, this is amazing! I’ll make sure to thank Lorna when I see her at dinner later,”[/color] Giselle gratefully noted through a mouthful of bagel, speaking about the lady who cooked the meals of the Diedrikson household.

The girl was halfway done with her breakfast before she realized there was someone missing from this scenario. [color=B75EB3]“Where’s Richie? I thought he was giving me a ride to school this morning,”[/color] Gigi asked with a small frown of confusion settled on her freckled face, looking around the room for a second as if her blond cousin would magically materialize out of thin air.

Kole looked up from her phone. [color=4F4FA3]“Oh, he didn’t tell you?”[/color] she asked her niece, who vehemently shook her head. [color=4F4FA3]“He left a few minutes ago to pick up his friends before driving to the new school. But don’t worry, sugar cube! I told him [i]I’d[/i] drive you to Rosefell myself! Won’t that be [i]fun[/i]?!”[/color]

From across the table, Gigi and Warren exchanged silent looks. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Nikole Diedrikson was something of a ticking time bomb behind the wheel. She had a record of vehicular accidents dating back to her teenage years-- so many of them, that it was a miracle she hadn’t had her license suspended yet. Since getting the new position as [i]Vogue[/i] editor in chief, Kole had taken full advantage of the company perk of getting her own personal driver-- which had not only saved the lives of numerous squirrels, trees, cars and inanimate objects alike, but had also provided her family with the relief of not having to live in constant fear of getting the news she’d crashed into yet [i]another[/i] row of shopping carts while backing out of the Whole Foods parking lot. And as entertaining as Giselle had always found the endless supply of embarrassing stories, it certainly didn’t mean that she wanted to actually [i]be[/i] a participant in the latest one.

But with how excited her aunt looked to be about driving her to school and spending some quality time together, there was no way Gigi would break her heart by asking to take an Uber. She’d just have to take her chances and hope for the best. 

[color=B75EB3]“Oh yeah! Definitely! Sounds like a blast!”[/color] she said sweetly instead, giving her aunt a smile before taking advantage of her distraction to mouth the words [i]save me![/i] to her uncle. Warren merely chuckled under his breath and shook his head as he took another sip of his coffee.

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Five minutes later, Nikole and Giselle were racing down the streets of Columbus on the older woman’s [url=https://mercedes-world.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/mercedes-benz-glb-220-d-review-1.jpg]Mercedes GLB[/url], bringing all sorts of amused attention to themselves by the speed with which they drove and the EDM music blasting through the speakers. The two women laughed, danced, and sang their way to Rosefell, with Gigi using the opportunity to make content for her Snapchat and Instagram stories. It was while they messed around with the face-swapping filter that they failed to notice a dark-haired young man crossing the street, and Gigi barely had time to yell out the words:

[color=B75EB3][i]“Auntie, watch out!”[/i][/color]

With a loud [color=4F4FA3][i]“Eek!”[/i][/color] and an even louder screeching sound, Nikole abruptly slammed on the brakes of the Mercedes, violently jerking both women forward but stopping just in time to avoid a collision with a young man standing right in front of the SUV. Hearts racing and eyes wide with shock, both women exchanged horrified looks, letting out a variety of high-pitched shrieks while wildly flapping their hands. [i]This[/i] right here was exactly [i]why[/i] Nikole Diedrikson was [i]not[/i] allowed to drive anymore. 

After the initial shock had worn off and her death via cardiac arrest wasn’t imminent, Giselle unbuckled her seat belt and hopped out of the luxury vehicle. [color=B75EB3]“Oh my God! I am so sorry!”[/color] she cried out apologetically, rushing to the young man’s aid with her iridescent-manicured hands covering her mouth. From inside the car, an anxious Kole was making gestures of concern and mouthing the word ‘I’m sorry!’ over and over again. [color=B75EB3]“My aunt is a terrible driver-- [sub]but you already know that, clearly…[/sub] Are you okay?! Did she actually hit you anywhere?! God, Uncle Warren’s gonna throw a fit if he finds out...”[/color][/indent][/indent][/color]