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[sub][color=ffc0cb]I N T E R A C T I N G  W I T H[/color] / /[color=violet] Stella’s worst nightmare, probably.[/color][/sub][/right]
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[indent]How the years went past her like the ever-shifting wind always changes on a moment’s notice. For the longest time, even when she had Savanna Hart to be her guide, Stella has always been like a leaf into the wind. She never had any permanent residence in any place she was staying at. Despite her popular status, Stella, at the core of her soul, has always been a drifter. If she didn’t have one group of unique individuals to reside by, then she would follow wherever the wind took her. If that happened to be with the Misfits for a while, then she’d kick it with them. If she had to endure the goths for a little while, then that’s exactly what she would do. It wasn’t until she met Sav that Stella was constantly with the popular kids, though her party animal origins always kept her from succumbing to the elitist nature of the popular kids.

Throughout the years at King’s Academy, Stella never had a true place to belong but she knew that she always had someone to follow. But with Savanna gone because she had moved with her family to Hollywood so she could pursue the dream that she, Stella, and Sabrina all shared, Stella was left alone and without someone to guide her. It was scary and exciting and just absolutely thrilling. The unknown really had her feeling all kinds of wonder. And it continued as she wandered into the main campus for a bit. 

In that time, she saw all sorts of colorful individuals. SOme of them she knew and some were brand new faces. She saw some latina who was talking to some other white guy. She saw Kavi Salvador picking on some little guy with that one chess queen chick. Various people in the middle of their own thing and Stella was just kind of ...there. She had no direction nor did she see anyone she wanted to talk to. Well, that wasn’t 100% accurate. It wasn’t that she didn’t [i]want[/i] to talk to anyone. It was more in the lines of [i]who[/i] does she go to? So many people with so many possible routes of conversation.

[color=pink]“What would Savanna do?”[/color] Stella asked herself, taking a quick glance around the parking lot. Without a doubt, the parking lot was the most lit part of the school right now. Where the nerds were currently getting tormented by Kavi, there were other parts that were also booming with intrigue. Stella honestly was a bit excited but also she was just a little overwhelmed. So many people and so little time to know them all. Granted, some of them were also people she knew. It was just so difficult to decide who to go up to.

As the thought lingered for a few moments, the wind that was followed by beautiful, dark locks brushed past Stella. With the royal colors of King’s Academy’s uniform ever-present, it was the sound of the commanding voice that Stella found herself drawn to. The silky tone of her dominance sent chills down her body. It wasn’t even that kind of sexual chills, either. It was the kind of tone that Stella has long-sought-after but had not heard in months - not since Savanna left her all alone.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Stella followed her, taking in everything that was happening with the group of kids who have gathered. She made it her mission to not only absorb everything she could but keeping her eyes on this powerful person work their magic. It was captivating. It was as if Savanna’s spirit was transported into this one. Stella knew she just [i]had[/i] to know her. If anything, seeing the face of this person was the top of her to-do list.

And as luck would have it, a quick glimpse of the porcelain skin and those eyes that had her absolute attention. But just as quickly as she had turned around, Stella lost sight of it. [color=ffc0cb]“Oh no!”[/color] Stella fumbled for words, then she tapped the girl on the shoulder, waiting for her to turn around. [color=ffc0cb]“Hi! Hello!”[/color] Stella started with a high, almost-screechy voice. [color=ffc0cb]“Stella Lambert. I’m Stella Lambert!”[/color]

That’s much better. Now hope for the best!
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