[a/n: this will probably suck but oh well]
-
all hallow's eve. the only day of the year where it is acceptable to play dress up on the upper east side. however, before we are allowed to begin our day of ghosts, goblins, witches galore, we start the day at the constance billard school for girls and st. jude's school for boys. we begin with the new arrival of fresh meat in manhattan, what's her name again? let's go ahead and find out.
♥︎
dinela mikaelson held onto her spiral notebook from five star tightly as she entered the hallway of constance billard school for girls. the hallways weren't tightly crowded; not at all, but it honestly felt like they were. she had spent all of her life in the french quarter of new orleans and moving to new york city wasn't exactly apart of her junior year agenda. however, here she was on the upper east side of manhattan on her first day of high school in a whole other state. she knew that her first day wasn't exactly going to be picture perfect; she had watched all the sitcoms about teenage life in one of the richest parts of the city. if real life was anything like the tv shows than she would be tormented by a group of selfish prima bitches in the first forty five minutes and possibly shoved in a locker. again, possibly.
"are you okay? you're paler than edward cullen." came a voice from dinela's right and she quickly swung her head around to stare at a small brunette before her. dinela laughed awkwardly, tucking a loose strand of bleach blonde hair behind her ear. the girl quickly blushed, clutching her binder closer to her chest. "sorry if that seemed weird, i'm gracelynn. you must be new." she quickly spoke, pulling dinela slightly to the right so she wouldn't get crushed by a group of entering students.
"yeah, that's me. i'm dinela, it's nice to meet you." she chuckled lightly. gracelynn smiled in response and opened her mouth to reply when a high-pitched voice interrupted her's. dinela felt herself being pushed by someone and whipped her head around, narrowing her eyes.
"move over, idiot hookers!" a girl with strawberry blonde hair called, giving dinela and gracelynn death stares before striding off down the hall. on her left was a girl with short brown hair with a hispanic aura around her. her five inch designer heels gave a soft click against the white tile floor as she gave the two girls a once over before rolling her eyes and turning back to the front. meanwhile, on her right was just about the shortest girl that dinela had ever seen; she was barely over five feet even with the wedges she had on. around her wrist was a prada bag that probably cost more than dinela's life, give or take a few hundred dollars.
"and who exactly do those bitches think they are?" dinela fumed as soon as the girls exited the corridor. as soon as they left, the hallway returned to the previous whispers and shouts. gracelynn sighed, placing a reassuring hand on the taller girl's shoulder.
"well, you've just had the honor of meeting the three most selfish, deceiving, and conniving bitches on the upper east side." she said cheerfully as the two girls began their descent down the hallway. dinela motioned for her to continue as they walked towards their homeroom - which was luckily the same. "well, popularity which stems from the amount of money your daddy has in his bank account basically makes you or breaks you in this town. they're the most popular girls in school and they basically rule this town. the one on the left was luna argent, not all that bad if you minus her bitchy personality. the one on the right was sienna argent, also slightly bitchy but she's the nicest of the three. and the one in the middle - i think she's secretly the anti-christ or something." gracelynn admitted as her heels clicked against the tile floor.
"her names vienna dunbar," she explained sighing. "every girl wants to be her, every boy wants her. rumor has it that she actually has a soul, but it hasn't been scientifically proven yet."
