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[sub][color=slategray]Location: Home -> School Hallways -> Winship's Room
Interacting with: James and Troy (NPCs)[/color][/sub][/center][hr][hr]

Becca was in the type of business where sleep was necessary. Running the school and waging social warfare was hard work. And Becca liked her beauty sleep. She’d gone to bed early last night, after the meeting with her siblings, and woke up early this morning, well rested and ready for a long day. She had business to attend to.

After getting ready, Becca marched outside, where James was waiting for her at her limo, backseat already open for her. Perfect. Her long legs carried her into the limo, where she took a moment to relax. Today would be a lot, but nothing she couldn’t handle. She had played this game before, and once you learned how, you never forgot. 

[b]‘To school, Ms. Helmsley?”[/b] James inquired from the driver’s seat, his eyes glancing back at her through the rearview mirror. James had been a loyal friend to her, and a faithful servant for years. She had confidence that he’d see his job through to the end, and to her specifications. James was the best kind of help you could find.

[color=bd3f6e][b]“Yes James. And then after that, I’ll need you to pick up a few things. I’ve already sent the list to your phone, I’m sure you can handle it,”[/b][/color] Becca said, grinning. James gave her a curt nod, before putting the limo in drive and beginning down the long driveway leading away from the Helmsley estate. Her brother and sister were nowhere to be seen, but it wasn’t uncommon for them to take different rides to school. Bailee always was an early bird, and Brian took far too long for Becca’s liking.

At school, Becca saw all of her sister’s handiwork laid out. The flyers were everywhere, and everyone was intrigued. [color=bd3f6e][i]Well done Bailee, well done.[/i][/color] Becca strutted through the hallway, her heels clacking against her linoleum runway as she made her way to her locker. Becca and her siblings had three lockers, together, that had been reserved for them when they left six months ago. Becca liked her locker, she wasn’t about to lose it to some dweeby little freshman. 

She spun the dial on the locker, familiar as her bed at home, and opened it up, pulling out her textbooks and looking around for her backpack. She spotted him, instantly. Short, scrawny, and clearly smitten with her. He stood across the hallway, practically drooling. Smirking ever so subtly, she waved at him, and then beckoned him over. [color=bd3f6e][i]I forgot how easy this was.[/i][/color]

[b]”H-h-h-h-hi!”[/b] the boy squeaked, his voice cracking and pitching as Becca smiled down at him. 

[color=bd3f6e][b]”Well hi there,”[/b][/color] Becca replied, grinning and batting her eyelashes at the kid, a freshman by the looks of him. [color=bd3f6e][b]”I’m Becca. What’s your name?”[/b][/color]

[b]”T-t-t-Troy!”[/b] he exclaimed, clearly unaware of the spider web he’d walked into.

Becca grinned. He was an enthusiastic one. That was good. Those were always the fun ones. [color=bd3f6e][b]”Well Troy, thank you for carrying my books,”[/b][/color] Becca said with a smirk, dropping her textbooks into the younger kid’s arms, nearly taking the boy to the ground. Rather than protest, he simply gulped, and followed her along as she headed to homeroom, the boy scurrying along behind her.

Once in Winship’s class, she took a seat in the back, and gestured for the boy to place her books on the desk. [color=bd3f6e][b]”Now Troy, I need you to be back outside the door after the bell rings, okay? You can do that right?”[/b][/color] Becca asked, her tone sickeningly sweet. Troy nodded, his head moving too fast so that he looked like a bobble head. Becca grinned and gave him a well deserved kiss on the cheek, before shooing him away, probably so he could go deal with the tent in his pants. Poor boy. [color=bd3f6e][i]They just keep getting easier, don’t they,[/i][/color]