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chapter three. poison ivy
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There's plenty of upside to being the spawn of the fabulously wealthy. But the downside? Super successful parents expect nothing less from their offspring. And when it comes to college, that means the ivies. It's more than just getting into college. It's setting a course for the rest of your life. And for those few who aren't legacies, the pressures are no less. When parents have sacrificed for their children's futures what kid would wanna let them down?
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IVY WEEK HAPPENED to have been the worst week of Victoria Jeanette Humphrey's life! She had to endure interviews, meetings with a college advisor and make sure that everyday of the week there was no fault within her day. Well, at least Ivy Week was actually nearly over. Victoria happened to have had been grateful for that the moment when her eyes had opened, and her day started with herself getting ready for school. She wore her best and she looked the best she could. Rufus' opinion was always due to be biased considering the fact that he was her father and admired each of his children. There was nothing bad he could find himself saying to either of them.
Victoria tucked the hem of her navy cotton cable knit v-neck sweater into her plaided skirt she wore. She was nearly dressed. Her hair was tied into a neat ponytail out of her face, however, the white collar of her shirt, underneath her sweater, stood up with her tie hanging loosely around her. The Humphrey thought it was possible for her to multitask. She thought she could eat breakfast and make sure she was presentable enough.
Well, she would argue that she looked better than Dan Humphrey. Victoria was humoured with the idea that her brother had shaved his face that morning, in a place where hair hardly grew. Due to that, it led to shaving nicks across the bottom half of his face that had to have plasters placed on where he had bled from.
Rufus was quick to reassure his son as he marched into the kitchen. "It's not that bad." He comforted.
Dan was quick to disagree. "Looks like I shaved with a wood chipper."
Victoria had taken a break from eating her breakfast to begin to make herself more presentable which started with beginning to knot her tie. "A wood chipper?" She grimaced at her brother which caused for his eyes to narrow on his twin, who was going through the same amount of pressure as him but seemed to be handling it far better. "I, uh, I don't know about that, Dan. I would've said chainsaw."
A glare fixated on the boy's face as Jenny had allowed for a chuckle to pass through her lips at the torment that Victoria spoke. "Not helping." He warned.
