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[color=purple]Location: The Duclerc Household -----> [url=http://media.caranddriver.com/images/media/267365/2007-volkswagen-triple-white-new-beetle-convertible-photo-4816-s-429x262.jpg]Pearl[/url] -----> Westworth High[/color] 
[color=purple]Interacting with: Her classmates, Oli-Bear [@smarty0114]
[url=http://www.polyvore.com/delilah_duclerc_first_day_junior/set?id=212268400]Lila’s OOTD[/url][/color] 
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[i]“Lila! Lila-bear! Time for school!”[/i]


A tiny brunette girl slowly rose her head from an open textbook, still feeling tired and with a slightly aching body. A small, sticky drool stain dampened one of the pages, marking the spot where Delilah Duclerc’s face had been resting for the last few hours. At some point during her late-night study session Lila had fallen asleep on her desk, clearly exhausted and bored to death with the test subject. Which abomination of a person found [i]History[/i] to be a fun subject? It was boring and old and something she despised with all her heart. Having to take that class was torture… Especially at freaking 2:37 in the afternoon, when all you wanted was to leave that classroom and never come back. Life was too darn cruel sometimes.


It took Delilah a few minutes to fully wake up and get moving, but when she finally did and took a glance at her phone after going through the motions (get up, brush her teeth, shower, etc.), her mood was instantly lifted. [color=purple]“Ooooooh, it’s October third!”[/color] Lila said brightly after looking at the date, clearly making reference to the cult pop movie that was Mean Girls, which happened to also be one of her all-time favorites. Her eyes then fell on the weather forecast of the day, which she used to dressed herself appropriately. Temperatures were supposed to stay around the mid-sixties, so that meant she could still rock her skirts as long as she wore sweaters and tights. After careful consideration standing in front of her closet, Lila finally settled on a black skirt with a cherry blossom pattern, a beige sweater with a big black bow on the collar, black Jimmy Choo heels, black tights and her prized black Michael Kors handbag. Feeling thoroughly satisfied with her OOTD, she moved onto hair, makeup and accessories: high ponytail (with two strands from the front tucked behind her ears to look [i]trés fantastique[/i]), small cat-eye eyeliner, light blush, pink lips, gold accessories. One long, hard look at herself in the mirror later, Delilah was happily making her way out of her room, down the stairs and into the dining room.


After the mandatory family breakfast (where the Duclerc family basically shared with each other the plans for the day before heading off to their respective responsibilities and not hear of each other again until dinner), Lila grabbed her car keys, got settled into Pearl’s driver’s seat and headed off to school. The trip was short but eventful one (life with Lila was [i]never[/i] uneventful), as Delilah always made sure to have a car karaoke session to raise her spirits for the day. Today’s chosen artist was Duffy, and her hit song [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7ZEVA5dy-Y]”Mercy”[/url] was being sung enthusiastically by the brunette driver all the way to Westworth High. And just like every morning, Lila left Pearl in her usual spot near the end of the parking lot. There was a completely logical reason for this. It wasn’t because Lila liked to walk, but because the risk of accidentally hitting someone else’s car with her own while trying to park (like it had happened a few times before) was lower. End of the parking lot = less cars = less chance of her to crash into another car. It was safe to say that Delilah wasn’t the best driver in town… But hey: being pretty, loved, talented [i]and[/i] smart was enough for her. Being a good driver too was asking the world for too much, in her opinion. Let someone else less unfortunate be blessed that way.


With her usual confidence, Lila gracefully made her way to the school’s A Building, the sound of her heels clacking on the asphalt and floors and her skirt dancing freely at every step. Once she had gone up the stairs and reached the classroom, she wasted no time in saying hello. [color=purple]“[i]Bonjour, mon amies![/i]”[/color] Delilah chirped out cheerfully in her signature French greeting, waving to her classmates with a bright smile. She had all intentions to quietly make her way to her seat when her dazzling green eyes fell on her darling Oliver. 


[color=purple]“Oli-Bear! Hi!”[/color] Lila shrieked, running over to Oliver as fast as her heels would let her and throwing her arms around him, nearly hitting his sister Madison with her handbag. Not that Lila would have cared: Madison was entitled, stupid [i]and[/i] also happened to have a crush on Ryan. So, in Lila’s eyes, she kind of deserved it. Evil thoughts aside, Delilah took a seat in her best friend’s lap, waiting eagerly for a few moments to figure out what was the topic of the conversation. It didn’t take long for her to catch up on the topic and jump right in.
 
[color=purple]“Oooooooh, we talking class trip?”[/color] she asked excitedly, flipping back her brown and blonde ponytail. [color=purple]“I have [i]tons[/i] of ideas. We could go to Disney World, or Rome, or Paris… OOOOOOOH! We could go to Santorini!”[/color] she shrieked, green eyes shining at the thought of the white buildings and the gorgeous blue ocean of the famous Greek landmark. [color=purple]“Yes, my vote goes to Santorini! Oh, and no worries about getting permissions from Town Hall for fundraising. We have Daddy on our side.”[/color] Lila said sassily, referring to how her father- the mayor of Westworth as of 2012- was more than willing to allow their class to do as many activities as they pleased, so long as they were appropriate. He wanted his princess’ senior year to be perfect, after all.