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Post by anastasia on Feb 9, 2010 23:49:56 GMT -5
 There’s only two types of people in the worldThe ones that entertain, and the ones that observe---------- Anastasia’s dorm truly was beautiful, something to be appreciated. As it was, she was the only one in the dorm, and so had the master suite, as well as the bathroom and living room to herself. The desk in her bedroom was large and of good quality, the wood stained a dark cherry. The lamp lit her area well, and she was relatively distraction free.
But even the most beautiful rooms in the world could become just so stuffy when one was buried up to the neck in Calc 2 homework.
Ana sighed and stood, stretching her burning upper back. This slouching in the dark was doing horrors to her posture. She needed to see the sun, and feel the wind. Surely, there were outdoor place where one could do homework…
Slowly and meticulously, the tall girl packed her bag with everything that she could need for both her her calc homework and her AP physics 2 work. Yes, the outdoors sounded wonderful. She would find a place in this infernal school that gave her what she wanted. Even if it took her a while, the wandering in the unfamiliar place would offer her just the sort of break that she needed. She slipped into her shoes and shouldered her bag.
Wandering about the school, the clicking of her heels was comforting. Today, she was dressed simply, a black high-waisted skirt with a classy white, ruffled blouse beneath it. A single, bold black bracelet, and something sparkly in her hair. On account of the cold, she had thrown a sweater over her arms, but left it untied. Looking outside, it looked to be unseasonably warm, so she didn’t figure she would need much more than the cardigan. She had noticed that the students around her dressed much differently, but just couldn’t bring herself to care. Her wardrobe was as stylish as it was expensive, and she always looked great. She didn’t need skinny jeans and plaid to do it. Even so, she attracted looks. The weight of her backpack forced her to walk slowly.
Ana had been feeling the pressure lately, at first just on her shoulders and behind her knees, and then straight into her pretty little head, and stabbing into her stomach. The classes and the lessons were so much different out here. The teachers were different, as was the culture. The ballet teachers out here expected different things from her than the ones in the Ukraine had. The classes too, had their difficulties. While she was nearly fluent in English, she hadn’t quite tackled the colloquialisms of the region, and occasionally she would not know how to express herself properly. And even worse, sometimes in class, she had to ask what a word meant, when a teacher said it. It hurt her pride more than anything, but she could still feel the pressure. It just wasn’t as easy as it used to be. She had gained a few pounds.
In all reality, the gained weight had no effect on the way she looked to the outside world. Her height absorbed the bulk, and she still looked dancer-skinny. But in Anastasia’s mirror, she looked awful, and she feared more than anything the slippery slope, the one day that somebody else WOULD notice. She had started to feel paranoid about her food.
Perhaps she would stop eating again. It always helped a little bit, forcing her to drop a little water weight, so that the scale read properly… but it never let her truly lose the fat... For that, she needed to trick her body into thinking it was eating, and then get rid of the food afterwards. She hadn’t reached the point of binging and purging quite yet, but she felt it coming, like a calming, white light on the horizon. Once she got there, everything would be alright again…
Through her thoughts, Ana found herself in an area outdoors with tables large enough for her books and papers. The place was sheltered from the wind by the high walls of the school, but she could still feel the crisp air and the sun overhead. At a table across the courtyard there was a large group of very attractive people, a redhead sitting on the table between them all. They seemed to be keeping to themselves, and were relatively quiet, so Ana paid them no mind. They had just as much a right as she, and she could just as easily work around people as she could alone.
Two tables away from the pop squad, Anastasia Muse sat, with her back to the crowd, and began setting up her books and tools.
Yes, the sun was what she needed…
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tagged – penny!
Word count – 807
Outfit – fabulous!
Notes – zomg plotness! Can’t wait!!
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Post by penelope jane evans on Feb 11, 2010 15:26:09 GMT -5
 if you don't like it, take a long
WALK OFF OF THE SHORTEST PIER YOU CAN FIND
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -It was just another day in the life of the Queen Bee. Penelope's day had started off well enough. She'd gotten up with a cheery disposition (she didn't have her first class until 9:30 AM--that was a total blessing) and nothing had really gone wrong. She had a nice breakfast with her sister at some French café near school; it consisted of chocolate croissants, crepes, strawberries and hot chocolate. Oh, and a little talk about what it was like being Queen Bee. Her sister didn't fail to mention the latest Rumer Mill post (which was really old news by now, but still) and Penelope just brushed it off. It was much easier to keep a brave face in front of her little sister who practically worshiped her than it was for her to actually face the truth. Had Molly Ray asked about the same article--or, God forbid, one of her enemies sneered about it--Penelope might've cracked a little.
No. Little Jennifer Evans reminded Penny that she was Queen and there were still many people in their school who understood and respected that. Penny would just have to cater to those people a little bit more. She'd have to use all the power she had left and reinforce her army. That was the only way she could go back to the almost untouchable status she once had as Queen of Eisley.
After their breakfast, the Evans sisters went off to their respectful classes. Penelope barely paid attention in History; she wanted to be polite and say it was more her fault than the teacher's or the subject's, but that was kind of a lie. The rest of the day dragged on (even lunch wasn't that eventful) and finally classes were over. But Penelope wasn't ready to return to her dorm just yet.
It was still late afternoon and it was a surprisingly good day for this time of the month in New York City. Penelope felt like soaking up some rays on the East Quad and besides, wouldn't that be a great way to start re-communicating with her fan base? She told a couple of her friends to meet her at the East Quad after school and sure enough, when she arrived there, a small crowd of people were already dutifully waiting for her. Penelope smirked as she took her rightful place on top of the center table. Who could say that she still didn't have influence?
Penelope brushed her long, curly red hair over her shoulder as she placed her backpack in her lap and started rummaging through her things to get out her assignment book. She'd started a bit of a homework get-together, it seemed, as a few other people on the Quad also had textbooks and notebooks out. Penelope really hated doing her homework. She barely paid attention in class and to be honest--just between you and me--she wasn't the brightest girl out there. It wasn't as if she were really proud of being dumb, but she just couldn't get a really good grasp on the material they covered in class. In any of her classes, really. Except, she was good with languages. And art history. Anything that made you look cultured, she definitely knew about. That's how it was, growing up in a socialite atmosphere.
Penelope had been staring at her Genetics homework sheet for about five minutes straight without realizing it when she finally broke out of her trance and frowned about her. "Guys...where's Brady?" she asked, looking around the Quad. Brady was one of many nerds that the kids at the East Quad used when they didn't want to do their homework which, surprise! was quite often. Sometimes they even offered to pay them, but if the nerd in question actually asked for payment, well...then they got threatened and had to do the assignment. That's how the East Quad kids rolled. Well, most of them anyway.
Penny's question was answer with mostly silence, some non-committal grumbles and shrugs. She sighed and returned to her homework, resting her elbow on her knee and propping up her chin in her hand. Homework time was by far the worst time of the day. Penelope couldn't wait for their next school vacation.
Penny's attention was once again directed elsewhere when she spotted a figure approaching the East Quad. She furrowed her brow and craned her neck to see if it was someone she knew, someone who actually belonged at the Quad. She couldn't really see the person's face though. From the size of them (and judging by the slender figure), Penny assumed it was a girl, but she didn't know any girls who dressed like that. Not many, at least. Not that what this girl was wearing was bad. She just looked like a teacher. A strict, old-school teacher.
Penny briefly wondered if she was in fact looking at a teacher. At any rate, they didn't belong on the East Quad. Penelope sighed to herself as she moved her books off her lap and onto the table beside her. People on the Quad were already chit-chatting about this newcomer; Penelope had to do something. She got up off of her seat and wiped her hands on the front of her jeans as if she'd gotten dirty at all and took meaningful strides towards this girl.
Unfortunately, the girl had her back to Penny, so she didn't see the Queen approaching. Penelope stood behind the girl and narrowed her eyes before tapping her twice, very lightly, on the shoulder. "Hey!" she greeted brightly, wearing a charming smile that didn't show how she truly felt about this situation. "Um, I'm not sure if you're aware, but this is an exclusive area. Only certain people can sit here and as of this moment, you are not one of them."
It was probably the nicest way Penelope had ever told anyone to get out of the quad. Penelope gave the girl another smile, but it wasn't all that fake. In fact, this girl looked like she was very much East Quad material. She had a facial structure akin to a model's and she just screamed exotic and popular. Penny wondered how she didn't know her already.
tagged » anastasia svetlana muse !p
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words » 1,034.
lyrics » black mamba -- the academy is...
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Post by anastasia on Feb 12, 2010 0:01:57 GMT -5
Don’t stand there watching me, follow meShow me what you can do…---------- Of her classes, Ana probably enjoyed her Calc and Physics the most. There was a method that, when applied correctly, yielded the correct results. You just couldn’t get more simplistic and satisfying than that. And so, with a slim, designer pen in one hand, and the other hand searched the page of her book for the place that she had left off, a clean, manicured fingernail pressing a crisp sound into the letters. Finally finding it, she tapped her finger once, and moved her hand to the corners of the page. Through this motion, the sleeve of her sweater caught on the spiral of her notebook.
Sighing irritably, she placed her pen in the spine of the book to keep her place, and sat back to remove her sweater. After laying it carefully on the table next to her things, she reached up, her back impossibly straight, to run her fingers through her hair, confirming that each strand was still in it’s assigned place in the bun at the back of her head.
At that exact moment, she felt a very light tapping on her shoulder, and turned her head to the feeling, dropping her arms to the table before her. Absentmindedly, she picked up the pen with her right hand and twirled it, tapping its butt on the clean page of her notebook.
"Hey!” the voice said, clear and bold, and sickeningly cheerful. That was a tone that Anastasia knew a mile away.
In the world of female visual arts, such as dance, acting, and modeling, girls were cruel, and shrewd. They would make “friends,” only to find a closer target for sabotage later. Anastasia herself had taken advantage of trusting girls. The world that she lived in was cutthroat, and she had lived there as long as she could remember. One girl crying because her drug abuse had been discovered was nothing to Anastasia, when it meant getting the part. And this girl standing before her was the exact. same. way.
'Um, I'm not sure if you're aware, but this is an exclusive area. Only certain people can sit here and as of this moment, you are not one of them."
Immediately, Ana was on guard, preparing for the offensive. Her eyes traveled from the painted nail at her shoulder, up the sleeved arm, all the way to the freckled face of the speaker. From there, her eyes traveled down, taking her time, but by no means being uncouth. This girl had already had the chance to take stock of Ana, the Ukrainian was only returning the service.
The girl was pretty, and radiated ambition, even if the intelligence was obviously lacking, by Ana’s standards. (Of course, somebody that was stupid by Ana’s standards could very well have been a genius.) Her taste was expensive, and almost stylish. Mixing the brown boots with the black pants made her eyes water, but it was at least acceptable, because the jacket matched. Acceptable, but not great. The watch, however, was brilliant.
These thoughts, Ana kept to herself, even when her eyes returned to the redhead’s face. Her features remained stoic and cold, but not hostile. She smiled a smile that only reached her lips and responded to the girl, ”No, I was not aware.” Her voice was sultry, with a distinguished, gypsiesque accent. ”Thank you for the warning,” she continued, spinning her pen about once more. Her eyes and attention returned to her books, and she jotted down the beginning of the free body diagram for her next problem. Still writing, she continued, ”But being a rule breaker myself, I believe I will wait here until either somebody tells me how to become one of the exclusive guests of the area, or the proper authorities apprehend me.“ She turned her head halfway toward the redhead, and stopped writing for a moment. ”I’m sure I can handle a little violence if it means getting the things that I want.”
A tiny smirk quirked the corner of her lips, and she returned to writing, once more ignoring the redhead.
Despite her outward apathy, Ana knew exactly what she was doing, and just how to push the right buttons on this girl. Undoubtedly, the pretty princess would get angry, that Ana was counting on. But the girl would also realize that Ana was not something easily disposed of, or easily forgotten. This girl would want to collect Ana, and she was willing to let that happen, in exchange for certain things.
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tagged – penny!
Word count – 853
Outfit – fabulous!
Notes – I’m sorry! This one sucks!…
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Post by penelope jane evans on Feb 20, 2010 19:37:29 GMT -5
you don't have to love me
YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO LIKE ME
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Trespassers were no joke on the East Quad. And thanks to recent events, Penelope was taking trespassers even more seriously. For instance, look what happened with Kaitlin Phoenix, dumb girl that she was. She'd come onto the East Quad and started trouble, riling up the students so much that she caused some kind of bloody massacre. Penelope internally rolled her eyes at the thought. Yes, Kaitlin Phoenix was one of many examples (although hers was admittedly a little extreme) of why trespassers weren't allowed on the East Quad. Luckily, in the case of Miss Phoenix, few had actually gotten injured and no one got in trouble (except for Miss Phoenix, of course). The East Quad was untouchable and everything went in their favor in the end.
It was Penelope's job as Queen of Eisley and protector of the East Quad to make sure that this upstanding reputation stayed in place. What would happen if they let anyone wander about the quad all willy-nilly? They would lose all respect, that's what. Sitting on the East Quad would cease to mean anything. And Penelope couldn't stand to watch that happen, not on her watch.
The girl who Penny had approached was now giving Penny a look almost just like the one Penny had given her. Not quite judgmental, but there was the kind of narrowing of the eyes that said one was being assessed. Penelope smiled smugly. She knew she had the tendency to intimidate people, even when they didn't know who she was. She just carried herself with this undeniable confidence. She was a very self-assured girl--well, most of the time. When her reign and judgment wasn't being constantly bombarded, criticized and ridiculed. Penelope had a lot to be confident about. She was crafty even if she wasn't really all that smart and she was beautiful. She was rich and desirable and she had a good life ahead of her, she was sure of it. She had power too. And who didn't want power? Penelope Evans' life was easily enviable and that's where all her confidence came from.
”No, I was not aware," the girl spoke and Penelope raised her eyebrows slightly. She took note of the girl's accent. She sounded like she was certainly worth keeping around. ”Thank you for the warning." Penelope's lips twitched and she almost chuckled in surprise as the girl turned away from her and went back to her books.
Sassy, Penelope thought. Not bad. She figured if she could use that sass to her advantage instead of against her, she'd like this girl a lot more. She was certainly classier than that Kaitlin, that was for sure. You did need some kind of attitude if you were going to hang at the East Quad. Attitude and pride. Penelope had plenty of both herself.
But, to Penelope's great surprise, the girl wasn't quite done there. ”But being a rule breaker myself, I believe I will wait here until either somebody tells me how to become one of the exclusive guests of the area, or the proper authorities apprehend me.“ She turned a little to look at Penny and Penny gave her a look right back. ”I’m sure I can handle a little violence if it means getting the things that I want.”
Penelope clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. This girl clearly wasn't just another wannabe or a sheep. Still, Penny was slightly perplexed. The girl had seemed to ask for an invite to the quad, but it sounded more like a demand. And was that last bit a threat? Penelope did not take threats well. She narrowed her eyes at the back of this girl's head and tried to assess the situation.
She was the Queen. She could feel her followers' eyes boring into the back of her head, wondering what the hold up was or why this strangely dressed girl wasn't gone from the quad already. But Penelope was thinking about doing more than just banishing this girl from the East Quad. Perhaps she could convince her to join them but be a little more subservient. There was no way Penelope was going to invite someone along who was bound to challenge her. That's what she kept Molly Ray around for.
Penelope clambered on top of this table as well, hanging her legs over the side next to where the girl was sitting. She looked down at the girl's books with feigned interest (but could tell that what she was doing was complicated--to Penelope's simple brain at least) and then looked down at the girl with a half-fake fond expression. This girl amused her, at least. Penelope was very interested in her. Of course, if Penny couldn't bend and fold her to her will, then this girl would have to be disposed of. She was probably a good asset to have though...
Penelope decided to go down her old route of doing things. She would be the charming, friendly girl that got her where she was today. If there was one thing Penny could do, it was charm people. She'd just have to read this girl a little more; get to know what properly appealed to her. Then she was as good as Penny's new toy.
"A rule breaker, huh?" Penelope asked, quirking an eyebrow. "And does this rule breaker have a name? Because the 'proper authorities' would like to know." Penelope batted her eyelashes without looking like she was entirely overdoing it. "Honey, around here, I'm as authoritative as it gets. Now," Penelope giggled, "I know I may not seem that authoritative or demanding or whatever, but you've caught me on a good day, so I'm not coming down too hard on you. Trust me, I'm not exactly known for my mercy."
Penelope flexed her fingers and looked away from the foreign girl, studying her fingernails instead. "However, I'm doing you a favor because it doesn't sound like you're from around here. Are you new, sweetie? Exchange student or something?" Penelope looked up at her again, an innocent, seemingly caring expression on her face. "Because I can help you around if that's the case. Show you the ropes, that kind of stuff. Because I meant it when I meant this is an exclusive area. We're the only ones worth being around in this school. Maybe you're fit to join us."
Penelope sat up straighter and gave the girl an almost scathing look as she looked her up and down again. "That's up for me to judge and decide on, though."
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words » 1,091.
lyrics » bossy -- kelis.
music » somebody to love -- leighton meester.
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Post by anastasia on Feb 23, 2010 23:24:42 GMT -5
Better be ready, I hopeyou feel the same...---------- Anastasia pursed her lips slightly, and wrote out formuae and numbers and units, bored with the long way around. If only they would let her use calculus on her physics, the way it was properly done. This way, she went through more steps than were necessary. She had briefly considered dropping the class and moving to the more advanced Physics class at the beginning of the year, but had reconsidered. The professor of her current class, she very much liked. He had a set system, a formula of formulae, in which he expected all of his students' work to be presented. Anastasia found the system rewarding, and therapeutic. She stayed, not for the content of the class, but for the teacher, and the way he was teaching her to work. Deftly, she underlined the answer to her question twice with a ruler.
Ana had successfully copied the givens and defined the unknowns of the next question before the girl plopped her pretty little bottom beside her book. Politely, she moved her things out of the girl's way, so that she could put her hand down on the table, if she pleased. Her eyes did not leave the notebook paper before her.
"A rule breaker, huh?" the girl asked. Ana made the tiniest of affirmative noises, and jotted down the first formula that she needed, solving it for the unknown before the girl continued. "And does this rule breaker have a name? Because the 'proper authorities' would like to know."
Ana finally looked up, an amused smile touching her eyes for the first time. She let out a chuckle, and politely folded her hands, the pencil forgotten in the spine of her book. This girl was cute, charming. That didn't mean that Ana let down her guard, or particularly liked her, but it did mean that she was a bit more willing to give her the time of day. "Yes," she said, offering a small, manicured hand. "Anastasia Muse," she said. Her A's were long and round, and her T's were hard. The 'ia' sound in her name was pronounced carefully and separately, 'Aah-nah-steh-see-uh.'
"Honey, around here, I'm as authoritative as it gets. Now," the girl continued. Ana's smile dropped like a curtain, gone as though it had never been there. This tone was much less charming. "I know I may not seem that authoritative or demanding or whatever, but you've caught me on a good day, so I'm not coming down too hard on you. Trust me, I'm not exactly known for my mercy."
Ana was quite sure. But she didn't say anything, only raised an incredulous eyebrow.
"However, I'm doing you a favor because it doesn't sound like you're from around here. Are you new, sweetie? Exchange student or something? Because I can help you around if that's the case. Show you the ropes, that kind of stuff. Because I meant it when I meant this is an exclusive area. We're the only ones worth being around in this school. Maybe you're fit to join us.""
Sweetie, this word she did not fully comprehend. It was said as a pet name, obviously, but the colloquialism didn't make much sense to her. In any case, she knew that she was being patronized, and did not much appreciate it. Not at all. Even so, she responded politely, her face remaining stony, any hint of smile gone completely. "I am an exchange student of sorts, but not as you think. I came from the Ukraine, and will study here permanently. The states have many more opportunities for my occupation than the Ukraine did." She briefly considered stopping there, but knew that what she had to say next would impress the girl. "Here, my manager is only a cab ride away, and I can get seven to ten shoots in a week, rather than six to eight in a month, as it was in Europe." She gave the girl a hard look. "I'm sure you understand."
With that, she returned to her work, but was surprised when the girl continued once more. "That's up for me to judge and decide on, though."
Ana didn't look up from her paper, and underlined another answer, twice with a ruler. "Then judge and decide away," she said. "What you see is what you get."
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tagged – penny!
Word count – 835
Outfit – fabulous!
Notes – Ugh, short sorry.
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Post by penelope jane evans on Apr 23, 2010 13:20:57 GMT -5
the fighting rages on and on
TO CHALLENGE ME, YOU MUST BE STRONG
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After a pause and a careful look, Penelope accepted the girl's extended hand and gave it a nice firm shake of her own. Her father, an important and great businessman--one of the best of New York's elite--had always emphasized how important it was to win other people over. He told her to make sure she had plenty of friends but also plenty of powerful acquaintances. He told her to always be the one in control. He told her to cater to others, but not to grovel. Her father also taught her about the importance of a handshake.
"Steady grip," he'd told a young Penelope, his smile bright and his eyes crinkling at the sides. "But don't seem desperate. Make sure it's firm to show power but not too strong or tight so you don't come off as arrogant or threatening. And make sure you're conscious of your body language. Sometimes the handshake can be ruined by a simple slouch or too rigid a pose..." And Penelope, barely eight at the time, had stared up at her grand father in her little teatime dress and smiled toothily, promising she'd remember.
She did remember. Her father was successful, a huge role model in Penelope's eyes. Any piece of advice he gave her was taken to heart.
"Anastasia Muse?" Penelope repeatedly lazily, quirking an eyebrow. It was without a doubt a beautiful name and very exotic sounding. It sounded famous and Penelope always looked for famous sounding names. Her name had that same ring--maybe not exotic, but certainly like it fit on a billboard or marquee. Anastasia's sounded like it belonged in a magazine or should've been seen in the end credits of a Oscar-winning film. And when Penelope looked back at Anastasia, she thought the girl looked like she belonged in a magazine herself. Yes, maybe she was East Quad material after all. Penelope was slowly beginning to warm up to her, sass and all.
However, the moment Penelope began to assert her power, Anastasia's smile disappeared and her expression grew stony. Penelope didn't much mind; she was still the Queen and there were many people here who wouldn't like that. They'd respect it, though. Even if they didn't at first, they would learn to respect it.
Penelope's interest was piqued when the girl went on to admit that she was an exchange student from the Ukraine (a country that Penelope had never visited, but was somewhat familiar with). However, Penelope managed a small smirk when she heard that Anastasia did shoots and had a manager. A professional model, Penelope mused. Anastasia surely fit the type. Not bad at all.
Penelope's smirk grew into a full cat-like grin and ideas started churning round and round in her head. There was no way she was letting this little gem get away from her now. Should someone of Anastasia's stature fall into the wrong hands or crowd, not only would Penelope lose a powerful potential acquaintance, but Anastasia could pose a threat to the great Queen. No, Penelope had to make sure this girl would be on her side and under her rule. She'd have to be sly about it though. It was obvious that Ana understood power and control.
"What you see is what you get," the Ukrainian spoke and Penelope continued to smile. She was actually quite fond of this girl. Penelope jumped down from the table and stood at her full height, looming a bit over Ana.
"I have to admit, I like you," Penelope said, crossing her arms over her chest. "And as I'm sure you've noticed, I'm quite selective. But you seem worthy of my judging and...well, I like your attitude. You'd definitely be doing great things at the East Quad..." Penelope trailed off as if she were still deciding whether Ana was fit to be at the Quad.
"But let me properly introduce myself. I'm the Penelope Evans, Queen Bee of Eisley. Locally known as Queen P or Penny, to my closest friends." Penelope gave Anastasia a pointed look at the word friends. She was sure the girl would pick up on the meaning. "It goes without saying that I could be your best friend or your worst enemy--and trust me; with me, those words are not meaningless."
Penelope glanced up towards the East Quad, where her followers and friends were waiting for her to return. Perhaps she'd be returning with a newcomer? "I'll tell you what. Why don't you come and join the rest of us over there?" Penelope motioned to the crowd with her head. "It's the ultimate test. Then we'll all see if you're really East Quad material. You've got nothing to lose, hon."
The East Quad was invitation only and well, that was an invitation.
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