Malicious Lullaby
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- On my knees, in between his legs.
It never did seem to faze her at all that the entire time she had been at this school, she'd been deemed as a social outcast along with her friend who has just as much money as everyone else did. If money and power mattered, he had it all too so why was he outcasted? Perhaps one would never know...
Hayden vanHousten belonged to a family of old money but their media status crumbled when their fortunes dwindled. It was said that in New York, if you don't have money and power, you have no status and therefore you're a nobody. It was saddening to think that the greatest city harbored such materialistic views but what could you do? Deal with it and be the odd one out. That's what Hayden did.
Along with her best friend, Neo Perry, she attended one of Manhattan's most elite and prestigious private schools. Many of the elite and politicians and big people emerged from this school and if a student wanted to be guaranteed admission into such famous top colleges, they better be lucky to attend Constantine. That day at school, she got out of the car and walked onto campus meeting up with her best friend. She wore a plain black square neck shirt that had long sleeves where the hem of the sleeves were cropped around her elbows. Underneath it she wore a long sleeved black and white striped shirt and black slightly loose jeans were snug on her hips. She wore beaten up and hand colored black and white Chuck Taylors and her long thick jet black hair was tied in a loose and messy ponytail. She soft features and was a hidden beauty among her grunge style. She had this odd looking messenger bag that didn't and wouldn't ever match her clothing attire one bit but she didn't care. Weird things fascinated her. She didn't dress to please.
Already at school and coming into view was the ever popular and ever bitchy, Lynelle Compton. She was beautiful but she was very bitchy and it made sense. Beautiful people like her couldn't possibly also have a nice personality and kind words to say. Her father was one of the richest men in the country, and it wouldn't be shocking if he was one of the richest men in the world! Lynelle had platinum blond straight hair, the back of it starting out short and then coming down to her mid back to long layer. It looked like a sword; intense and sharp. Her skin was pale, porcelain like even and she had the most attractive yet intense icy blue slate eyes. Just the color of it screamed a deathly beauty and that was what she was, in a sense.
The seventeen year old girl wore a jean shorts that looked like they were cut from jeans since it had that cutted hem. It gave a view of her slender long legs which looked like they could go on forever, clean-shaved and ever so baby smooth soft. On the top she wore a black off the shoulder shirt with a blue argyle design. On her feet were black and silver striped Marc Jacobs strappies. She had a Louis Vuitton handbag on her right shoulder and her hair was laying down her back. She looked flawless as usual. When she would make her entrance, all eyes always turned on her and equally famous twin; they were the two gorgeous people of Constantine; the most sought after.
Hayden vanHousten belonged to a family of old money but their media status crumbled when their fortunes dwindled. It was said that in New York, if you don't have money and power, you have no status and therefore you're a nobody. It was saddening to think that the greatest city harbored such materialistic views but what could you do? Deal with it and be the odd one out. That's what Hayden did.
Along with her best friend, Neo Perry, she attended one of Manhattan's most elite and prestigious private schools. Many of the elite and politicians and big people emerged from this school and if a student wanted to be guaranteed admission into such famous top colleges, they better be lucky to attend Constantine. That day at school, she got out of the car and walked onto campus meeting up with her best friend. She wore a plain black square neck shirt that had long sleeves where the hem of the sleeves were cropped around her elbows. Underneath it she wore a long sleeved black and white striped shirt and black slightly loose jeans were snug on her hips. She wore beaten up and hand colored black and white Chuck Taylors and her long thick jet black hair was tied in a loose and messy ponytail. She soft features and was a hidden beauty among her grunge style. She had this odd looking messenger bag that didn't and wouldn't ever match her clothing attire one bit but she didn't care. Weird things fascinated her. She didn't dress to please.
Already at school and coming into view was the ever popular and ever bitchy, Lynelle Compton. She was beautiful but she was very bitchy and it made sense. Beautiful people like her couldn't possibly also have a nice personality and kind words to say. Her father was one of the richest men in the country, and it wouldn't be shocking if he was one of the richest men in the world! Lynelle had platinum blond straight hair, the back of it starting out short and then coming down to her mid back to long layer. It looked like a sword; intense and sharp. Her skin was pale, porcelain like even and she had the most attractive yet intense icy blue slate eyes. Just the color of it screamed a deathly beauty and that was what she was, in a sense.
The seventeen year old girl wore a jean shorts that looked like they were cut from jeans since it had that cutted hem. It gave a view of her slender long legs which looked like they could go on forever, clean-shaved and ever so baby smooth soft. On the top she wore a black off the shoulder shirt with a blue argyle design. On her feet were black and silver striped Marc Jacobs strappies. She had a Louis Vuitton handbag on her right shoulder and her hair was laying down her back. She looked flawless as usual. When she would make her entrance, all eyes always turned on her and equally famous twin; they were the two gorgeous people of Constantine; the most sought after.