Post by leena rajani of india on Nov 6, 2011 17:57:48 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #553333; border-bottom:30px solid #553333; border-top:30px solid #553333; border-right: 30px solid #553333;] It was time for another year at Vineheart, and Leena was more than ready. Not only was this her last year, but it was her year. She was the Head Queen of the Queens of Vineheart – okay, so maybe she wasn’t the only Head, but she’d had to wrestle Aubrey into the Queens somehow, right? And Aubrey thought they were on good terms. Well Leena was nothing if not a sneaky bitch. She may have spent the entire summer on a rampage, not caring how she censored things and acting like a complete spoiled brat, but that still didn’t mean she couldn’t be secretive anymore. Who cared if everyone knew she was a terrible person now? She was apart of the original Queens – what did they expect? And though she missed her graduated friends (well, mostly Aviana; she hadn’t had much care for the rest of them) she was more than ready to take her spot as the Head and rule the halls of this school. It didn’t matter whether people respected her or not; they still cowered when they saw her, and knew not cross her and rest ofthem. Admittedly, the least likely to do anything cruel was Bethany – who had asked to not room with them – but Leena could deal with her; despite her penchant for being a sweeter girl, she was at least a good partier, so she made things fun, and Leena appreciated that. What she was ecstatic about was the fact that Johanna was now by her side and apart of the Queens. Ice, as she liked to affectionately call her, had been her best friend since first year, and she was grateful that the girl had put up with Leena’s aggressive and fake attitude all these years. Having Johanna be with her all the time now was definitely going to make this year a lot more bearable, considering Aubrey and her sidekick Vivien made up the rest of the five. But, most importantly of all, having Aubrey be apart of the Queens meant Leena could keep a close watch on her. Despite the fact they “made up” at Dante’s Masquerade party, Leena didn’t trust the girl one bit. In fact, she still heavily disliked her, but Leena was always good at playing fake. Granted, she wasn’t as fake as she was last year – now that Aubrey outed her true self – but she wasn’t going to be totally open with Aubrey either. She wasn’t going to forget that, four months ago, Aubrey was her biggest enemy; there was no guarantee the girl wouldn’t turn on her at any second. And so Leena was going to keep her guard up while getting close to Aubrey, finding more information about her that, in the off chance Aubrey turned against them, she would have blackmail ready. And it was funny, really, because Aubrey certainly had blackmail against Leena – or at least she used to. Ever since the Kings and Queens party, everyone had found out about Leena’s battle with bulimia, including her parents. The entire summer had been spent going to see a counselor three times a week for rehab sessions, and now, two months later, she could definitely say she was getting better. There were still times when she looked in the mirror and cursed the world for having a terrible body, but then she always took a deep breath, blinked, and saw not a skinny, lanky figure but a healthy figure. She was skinny, yes, but not because of throwing up – because she took care of her body and she exercised. She was healthy. And so, Aubrey had nothing on her anymore. Leena was more than happy when she finally landed at the main airport in Eureka, Montana. It was significantly colder here than it was in India at this time of year, and so Leena had dressed prepared. Not one to leave fashion behind, she’d dressed in expensive denim skinny jeans that showed off mile long legs, a light pink cable knit sweater, and black blazer. It wasn’t as extravagant as she was known for, but she made sure to add to the outfit by slipping on a pair of Camilla Skoovgard platform leather ankle boots, and throw her newest teal snakeskin Prada bag over her shoulder. She made a quick stop at the Starbucks in the airport – a vanilla latte – and then was out the door into the brisk morning air. She quickly hailed a cab, and then it was another fifteen minutes until Rexford, of which was spent on her iPhone checking her Twitter feed and Googling herself for the latest tabloid news. Her parents were more than a little furious by her rather wild personality this summer, but the tabloids at least loved it – the younger generation praised Leena for her “real” attitude, and so she had no qualms with what she was doing. She was still polite with other countries and at dinner parties, yes, but who was to say she had be a perfect angel all the time? Everyone knew her brother would end up ruling India anyways while Leena would become Queen somewhere else, if that prince was good enough. So far, no one was good enough. Ever since her change in body image, Leena’s arrogance had upped a notch, which probably wasn’t a very good thing, but she didn’t have the heart to care. After finally arriving at the gates of the large Vineheart school – it was more like a castle than anything, and was closed off from the rest of the tiny hundred-person town of Rexford – she paid the driver and was through the gates in no time. The few guards standing about, she forced to carry her bags up the stairs and onto the fourth floor. She was more than excited to be back in her dorm room, but even more excited because now that she was Head Queen, she got first pick of the best bedroom. Most of the suites consisted of two or three bedrooms with an adjoining bathroom, along with a very small lounge area when you first entered the room. However, each floor consisted of one massive suite – why it was built this way, she didn’t know, though she suspected it was because back in the day, when the boarding school was built, the royals of some countries wished to have all of their children in one room rather than separated, and some countries – more notoriously England, or Ireland – had more children than the rest. In any case, each floor had a large suite for the taking, and so the original Queens had chosen Room 401 as theirs, despite being first years at the time. As Leena had come to know the past year, Room 401 consisted of plenty nice bedrooms, but only one was the best – the bedroom with the large window and the spa bath. She would be damned if she didn’t get that bedroom. And so, in haste she made it up to the room, flashed the key in front of the censor, and barged into the room. Surprisingly, no one had arrived yet or was not in the room, and so she nearly ran into the back bedroom – the best bedroom. It was empty. Leena nearly screamed in delight and ordered the guards to drop her suitcases onto the Queens-sized bed, a smile across her face. And now, to begin unpacking. notes, complete. okay, so that was ridiculously long, don't feel like you have to match that AT ALL. outfit, here tag, aubrey isabelle of belgium thanks brooklyn from caution |
