The Exclusives

chapter 5

Alaska Archibald

Girl's Dormitory, Monday morning.

Alaska had looked at her reflection in the mirror for the fifth time this morning. Perfectly placed uniform reaching mid-thigh, her long blonde hair was in effortless beach waves, while her natural make-up and nude pouty lips finished her look.

Alaska made a significant decision to have the time of her life with no extra trouble so she can board her favourite private plane and jet off to New York ASAP.

Alaska turned away from her mirror to give her room a once over. She found her room on the highest floor with a great view. Her room was quite huge with modern style grey and black interior, as the assistant said to her, Cecilia had bought two dorms and reconstructed them to make one huge apartment for her dear granddaughter. Alaska's favourite part was her closet, her grandmother had truly outdone herself with the 1200 sqft open plan closet with LED lighting and shelves made for Alaska's vast sunglasses and hat collections while also lodging her shoes and bags. Alaska could guess the pretty penny that went into this.

Maybe a year abroad wouldn't be that bad... Oh Who was she kidding, she knew she couldn't wait to run away.

A quick glance at the clock showed she was late for her first day in her personal hell.

She grabbed her Givenchy bag and got into her favourite Louboutin's and headed out to the warzone.

With my head held high up like the princess I am, I walked confidently on the path to class.

I didn't want to make my admission here a big deal. I wanted to avoid the spotlight for a while to be out of trouble, and to do that I had to lay low. I wasn't the greatest at that, with my height and sudden outbursts.

But being me and being able to lay low would be an impossible feat. I have always been quite well known, being one of the richest teenagers in the world, Fun I know.

Another reason would be the titles i've been given by the tabloids like "Queen of Manhattan" or "A real world Serena Van Der Woodsen" which led me to get more media coverage compared to anyone else.

Now I know this all sounds narcissistic, but that's the simplest way to describe my life. A highly publicized and glamorous life with more than enough drama. And with all this popularity, it meant that a girl couldn't lay low... but i could try.