I couldn't believe it when I saw it. There must have been a large number of people that felt that way, the crowd around it was so big that you only got glimpses of it standing as far back as I was. That must have been understandable, because that did not belong in a school parking lot. It would never look right next to all of the cars that were thirty years old, or the peeling paint of the Band Building. Could that possibly belong to a student? Gosh, I hope not.
Suddenly I could hear reality. There were so many people yelling the question I was just pondering. I heard Dave yell, "What the hell is a freaking Lamborghini doing at a school?" Everyone continued to stared at it. Isn't that supposed to be one of the most expensive, fastest street-legal car money could buy? What kind of a person could afford to spend what I assume is more than a million dollars on a car? The horn honked. Apparently, the huge mob around the car made it hard to exit. Everyone quickly backed away from the car.
The owner opened the door and stepped out. She walked around it with a walk that could have belonged to a super model, one foot right in front of the other, and opened all of the doors. Three more women stepped out in a motion that was so graceful it looked practiced, and scaned the crowd of people. They were the most beautiful women I had ever seen.
They all looked exactly the same, with the exception of their hair and eyes, which were all a unique color. Other than that, they all had a slightly Asian apperance, very large eyes, had quite slim, yet curvy bodies, full dark pink lips, extremely pale skin that looked white, and long pony-tales that went down to the back of their knees, but their hair and eye color seemed to suit them all perfectly. There was the driver, who had perfect golden blonde spiral ringlets and dark brown eyes, while the girl that had shot-gun had wavy red hair and amber eyes. One of girls in the back had pin-strait black hair and the greenest eyes I have ever seen, and the other had loosely curled brown hair with steel gray eyes. They were all a little on the short size of average height with their tall stiletto heels on, so they must have been rather short without them.
Everyone gasped when they stepped out, that was unbelievable beauty. They just stood there for a minute, looking at everyone. Then, they shared a glance and began walking toward the school building. They had an unusual effect on highschool students, everyone remained silent as the crowd parted. We all turned slowly to watch them walk inside to the main office. They all had the elegant super model walk.
Class was about to start, but most people didn't care and followed them. I would have liked to be one of those people, but Mr. Young would give me detention if I was late one more time.

I began writing this story when I was bored, like I often do, but I believe this one has potential to last for more than five pages. What do you think about it? Do you think I should continue it? If you had to guess, what would you think this book was about?