Demure.Obsession
Planetoid
- Joined
- Nov 22, 2011
Plotline: Daniella Green is the new girl at school. A delinquent at heart, and a major ice Queen to boot, she is determined to kick, scratch and bite her way to the top of the social hierarchy at Sister of the Lily mixed academy. She is a 'bad apple', which both the students and teachers find intimidating. Things seem to be going her way to a Que, until she meets her match.
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She walked down the hall way with an air of confidence and intangible coldness that caused the other students to part and gasp in surprise.
She was a delicate beauty, with long, glistening red hair, bangs hanging defiantly over one citrine eye, framed with lush black lashes.
She had a scowl atop her full rose colored lips, and the uniform she wore fit her curvy and drool worthy body like a glove, skirt altered to fall at mid thigh, instead of knee like the rest of the students.
Instead of wearing her socks pulled up and proper, she slouched them, and had forgone the tie to her top completely, leaving the first two buttons of her top undone.
The shirt was worn un tucked.
Her side strap back bounced on a shapely hip, as she moved to the music that blared through her ear buds.
She found herself smirking. Everyone here was a dull little sheep, doing the bidding of their adult 'Shepard's'. It was pathetic.
Even the teachers were a joke, they looked at her like she had a second head, but did nothing to reprimand her.
Just like the students, they were human door mats.
This was going to be an easy senior year.
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She walked down the hall way with an air of confidence and intangible coldness that caused the other students to part and gasp in surprise.
She was a delicate beauty, with long, glistening red hair, bangs hanging defiantly over one citrine eye, framed with lush black lashes.
She had a scowl atop her full rose colored lips, and the uniform she wore fit her curvy and drool worthy body like a glove, skirt altered to fall at mid thigh, instead of knee like the rest of the students.
Instead of wearing her socks pulled up and proper, she slouched them, and had forgone the tie to her top completely, leaving the first two buttons of her top undone.
The shirt was worn un tucked.
Her side strap back bounced on a shapely hip, as she moved to the music that blared through her ear buds.
She found herself smirking. Everyone here was a dull little sheep, doing the bidding of their adult 'Shepard's'. It was pathetic.
Even the teachers were a joke, they looked at her like she had a second head, but did nothing to reprimand her.
Just like the students, they were human door mats.
This was going to be an easy senior year.