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So, what's your name?: Why do you have to know? Names aren't that important, you know. Carter Rite
Alright, so how old are you?: I'm freaking 3. What did you think? Just turned 15
Okay, so what are you? A boy, or a girl?: Ouch, that stung. You can't tell? Well, I'm female. Unless you'd like to check...? Female
Continuing on to the next question! What color are your eyes?: Why don't you look in them and find out? Brown
And your hair?: Wow, you really are blind... Dirty blonde
So, what are you like, Miss Rite? Well, I like butterflies and rainbows... Carter is a very sarcastic person. That's for sure. She tends to mock the teachers a lot, which of course tends to get her in trouble. She doesn't really care, though. All she does is get a couple of detentions, and then everything is peachy keen. At least, until next week.
She hates people that are too cheery, and prefers to be left alone. She does well overall in class, grades wise at least. She spends most of her free time in her dorm. Which is always just herself. She will never have a roommate, as far as she's concerned.
Okay, final question. What is your background?: And why the hell should I tell you? Carter grew up in a rather rich household, with a dad that was barely home, a maid, and 4 brothers. Sounds fun, right? Well, it wasn't. Not at all. To start, she never was one to behave, so that didn't exactly make her Daddy's little princess. And her brothers were all older then her; aged at 22, 20, and two twins at age 19. And let's just say they weren't at all classy. So of course, at some point the maid must have got annoyed at all of the rowdiness. So she sent them all to a boarding school far away enough from home that they won't come back for quite some time. So here they were, Cromwell Academy.
This is their 3rd year at Cromwell, (Carter got there at age 12) and Carter is finding the usual pranks aren't enough.
So begins...
"...top bitch at the end." Wait, what?
Carter had been walking past, on her way to her dorm, when she heard this. Grinning ever so slightly, she stopped at the cracked open door and peered in. Ah, so it was the little Miss Perfect Isabella. She couldn't be a bitch if she tried. Well, she technically wasn't one to everybody else. But she rubbed Carter the wrong way. Too nice. And who was this other girl? A name didn't come to mind. Must be new. Deciding she was going to stay here to see what was going on, she looked around. No teacher in sight. New people that walked down the hallways gave her strange looks, but returning students didn't give her a second glance. They were used to her.
When no response came, and she got bored, Carter eased the door open enough to get inside and clapped, slowly. A smile was on her face as she said, "Great job, ladies. That was a great way to start my year. Loved the show." She was wearing her uniform mostly right, her skirt wrinkled from when she hadn't bothered to iron it, her jacket not buttoned. Why bother if she was getting detention soon anyway?