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In some ways Natalie wasn't even sure why she went. On track to graduate as valedictorian, neither teachers nor her parents batted an eye if she were to cut class or cause any "trouble". Though, at least for her teachers, that probably had more to do with the short skirt of her uniform and less to do with her academic abilities. The seventeen year old woman had a long list of men she had already tied around her finger, and although most of the student body knew about it--not a single soul dared to touch her record of being a "good girl". Part of the reason was the lack of evidence.
Sure, the petite teen hand long smooth legs complete with a thigh gap and a tight firm rear. Although thin, she was not without the subtle definition that regular running brought and her heart shaped face and bright blue eyes never seemed to be anything other that bright and full of life. For any typical onlooker, she was an assertive, somewhat naive, regular teen girl with no more angst or malice than any other. But then there were the doubters. The ones who saw that despite her general friendliness and killer body, she seemed to never have a boyfriend--instead opting for an occasional public date before never talking to them again. The ones who saw her staying late with teachers, who would then, afterwards, be unable to make eye contact with her. Everyone knew she was different. Though the lack of anything even remotely incriminating meant that she was, from the moment she arrived at Turner High, queen bee. Student body president, dance team captain, and school board liaison, Natalie had her hand in everything even remotely important. Every single girl, whether they liked her or not, found at least a few things to admire about her.
The school itself was an old catholic school that had, for the most part, lost it's religiosity. It had started as a conservative school that quickly got over run with the children of tech firms, software engineers, and computer scientists from the eighties onward. About the only thing that stayed were the uniforms. The fall uniform consisted of either a red argyle skirt or a black one. A white button up shirt, and a black cardigan. For boys it was much the same except they could choose between grey slacks and a grey blazer, or a navy slacks and a navy blazer. It was a way to try to even the playing field for the scholarship students, though, those who had the money just bought the designer clothing that matched the criteria rather than buying from the school directly.
Due to that little loophole, Natalie was enjoying the unseasonably warm weather in a mid-though black skirt, a tight somewhat wrinkled button up, only slightly open to reveal a white camisole, and a pair of black pumps. Her long brown hair was held back with a red hair band, and despite the class bell that had rang nearly ten minutes ago, she sat in the courtyard pretending to read a book while she watched her brother walk back from taking his girlfriend to the science building to head to a canceled English class.
"You really are an idiot, you know?" She mused when he got within earshot.
In some ways Natalie wasn't even sure why she went. On track to graduate as valedictorian, neither teachers nor her parents batted an eye if she were to cut class or cause any "trouble". Though, at least for her teachers, that probably had more to do with the short skirt of her uniform and less to do with her academic abilities. The seventeen year old woman had a long list of men she had already tied around her finger, and although most of the student body knew about it--not a single soul dared to touch her record of being a "good girl". Part of the reason was the lack of evidence.
Sure, the petite teen hand long smooth legs complete with a thigh gap and a tight firm rear. Although thin, she was not without the subtle definition that regular running brought and her heart shaped face and bright blue eyes never seemed to be anything other that bright and full of life. For any typical onlooker, she was an assertive, somewhat naive, regular teen girl with no more angst or malice than any other. But then there were the doubters. The ones who saw that despite her general friendliness and killer body, she seemed to never have a boyfriend--instead opting for an occasional public date before never talking to them again. The ones who saw her staying late with teachers, who would then, afterwards, be unable to make eye contact with her. Everyone knew she was different. Though the lack of anything even remotely incriminating meant that she was, from the moment she arrived at Turner High, queen bee. Student body president, dance team captain, and school board liaison, Natalie had her hand in everything even remotely important. Every single girl, whether they liked her or not, found at least a few things to admire about her.
The school itself was an old catholic school that had, for the most part, lost it's religiosity. It had started as a conservative school that quickly got over run with the children of tech firms, software engineers, and computer scientists from the eighties onward. About the only thing that stayed were the uniforms. The fall uniform consisted of either a red argyle skirt or a black one. A white button up shirt, and a black cardigan. For boys it was much the same except they could choose between grey slacks and a grey blazer, or a navy slacks and a navy blazer. It was a way to try to even the playing field for the scholarship students, though, those who had the money just bought the designer clothing that matched the criteria rather than buying from the school directly.
Due to that little loophole, Natalie was enjoying the unseasonably warm weather in a mid-though black skirt, a tight somewhat wrinkled button up, only slightly open to reveal a white camisole, and a pair of black pumps. Her long brown hair was held back with a red hair band, and despite the class bell that had rang nearly ten minutes ago, she sat in the courtyard pretending to read a book while she watched her brother walk back from taking his girlfriend to the science building to head to a canceled English class.
"You really are an idiot, you know?" She mused when he got within earshot.
