A 2008 Satire

So, for summer homework I'm supposed to write a satire of my own time in two pages. I'm barely getting warmed up in two pages, ao any comments would be appreciated. BTW Gustav Flaubert is one of the guys we had to read for Summer HW

Cassandra rolled out of bed and, in one swift motion, stopped the alarm, picked up her cell phone and flicked it open.
"1 New Text Message" flashed on her screen. Eagerly, she opened it up.
From SccrLvr17:
OMG Im out of toothpaste
Cassandra quickly fired back a reply. She spent the first ten minutes of her morning sending a message to everyone in her address book. She peeked at the frost growing on her window pain and snapped a photo with her phone's camera. She sent it to SccrLvr17 with the message: Rn't they prty?
"HONEY! Hurry up! You're going to be late for school!" Her mother's voice marched up the stairs.
Cassandra threw on a pair of jeans, a camisole and a long sleeved shirt. She then began to meticulously apply her make-up. The base was followed by a natural shade of lipstick, neutral eyeshadow and a light brush of blush. The natural look was in. She topped it off with an expansive layer of mascara. She scrutinized her face in the mirror and nodded approvingly. Someone would have to look really closely to see that she was wearing makeup. Her mother yelled up to her.
"Coming!" she replied. She rushed down the step and into the kitchen.
"That shirt's a little thin, isn't is?" Her mother asked.
"Yeah, it's supposed to be like this" She retorted, curling up her nose ever so slightly.
Her mother muttered something indestinguishable about Quality and the Cheapness of clothes today. Cassandra ignored her and downed a glass of orange juice.
"Aren't you going to have breakfast?" Her mother said pointedly.
"Naw, I'm running late" Cassandra scooped up her textbooks and notebooks and rushed to the car. She grabbed her coat on the way past the closet and threw it in among the jumbled mess in the car. She turned the car on and cranked up the heat. At the end of the neighborhood, she noticed her friend Leslie following her. She dialed her number at the stop sign.
"Hey Les!"
"Hey Cass! Look at the losers at the stop, forced to take the shame train to school"
"Well, here it comes. Look's like we're going to be stuck behind it"
"Ungh. I HATE following the bus."
"O-M-G. And my parents might force me to take the bus to school. They say gas is getting to expensive."
They pulled into the school parking lot and flipped off their phones. They continued their conversation all the way to the school building.
"See Yah!"
"Yeah, see Yah!" Cassadra said with a little wave of her hand. She went to the hallway where her friends were. She flipped her hair at Gavin, batted her eyes at Ted, and laughed at Nathan's joke that wasn't funny. Then she struck up a conversation with their girlfriends. They complained about their homework and how unfair their teachers were. She had finished hers in an hour, but she didn't want to hurt their feelings.
The bell rang and she walked to class. She maneuvered around the couples saying their last good-bye before class started. She dumped her books at her desk and noticed the frost growing on the room's windows. Cassandra shivered in her thin shirt and then threw her winter jacket on. The bell rang again and the teacher began to drone on about last night's reading and Gustav Flaubert.