[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/pXeVuQ6.png[/img] [color=B645AB][b]location[/b] ↬ home > vinehurst high[/color] [color=B645AB][b]interactions[/b] ↬ in passing: tanner; brody ([@Helo]); kurt ([@Metronome]); irene ([@RavensMuse])[/color] [color=B645AB]«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»[/color][/center] Hannah looked herself over in the full length mirror leaning against her bedroom wall. Her [url=https://imgur.com/IAmYP7b]outfit[/url] was smoking, she thought. She would knock people down with it. She couldn't wait to hear the clicking of the black heels in the school's hallways. That usually gained attention. Her beauty alone usually gained the attention, but there was nothing wrong with having a little bit of help. She kissed her first two fingers, before pressing them to the mirror, where her face was. "[color=B645AB]Slay 'em, girl,[/color]" she whispered to herself, winking, before leaving the room. She walked downstairs, humming to herself. Ever since they moved to a smaller town, they haven't been able to have as many luxuries. A personal chef was someone that only came a few times a week, since they came from a larger town for a higher fee. Her parents had tried to convince them to [i]move[/i] here, but the chef refused. It meant her mother actually had to step up some. They have a maid all the time, at least. Hannah heard curses coming from the kitchen, the voice sounding like her mother's. Hannah rolled her eyes before entering the room. "[color=B645AB]Good morning, mother,[/color]" she said cheerily, walking over to the fridge to get a bottled smoothie out of the fridge. She shook the bottle as she turned to see her mother peering into the dishwater. "Stupid maid, didn't start the damn thing! I'm out of coffee mugs!" the woman said in lieu of greeting, straightening up and kicking it shut. "Ooh, the mouthful she will get." "[color=B645AB]I wish I could be here for it,[/color]" Hannah sighed, starting towards the door. She didn't want to stick around for long. She hated talking to her mother. All the woman did was complain. "Oh, wait," her mother called, rushing after her. Hannah had to suffer through a hug and kiss on the cheek. Ever since they moved here, her mother had tried being there more, but Hannah didn't really care. "Have a good day, sweetie. Let me know how it goes," she said, smiling. Hannah forced a smile. "[color=B645AB]Okay,[/color]" she said, but she would never tell her mother about her life outside of this house. The only thing her mom knew was that she was dating a hockey player, and that was as far as the information went. Hannah left quickly after, getting in her brand new [url=https://imgur.com/R0lHDDd]car[/url] that she had demanded to have. The commercial made it look so pretty and shiny. The drive to school wasn't too bad. She lived a little further out, since her house and the property it sat upon was massive, but her speeding always got her there in record time. If she got pulled over, she would just bat her pretty little eyelashes and say who her daddy was. That got her out of a ticket every time. She found a parking spot fairly close to the entrance, and didn't hesitant to jump out. She was ready to show off how good she looked. She walked past Tanner's car, spotting the football captain next it. He was staring down at his phone, looking slightly concerned. Hannah didn't care though. She was distracted by all the eye candy. Such a sexy car and boy. She whistled at him, giving a finger wave. "[color=B645AB]Hey there, Tan-Tan![/color]" she called, but didn't slow down. She made sure she swayed her hips as she walked away, just [i]knowing[/i] he was watching (he wasn't). She entered the school, stopping by her locker to grab her first period book. She flipped her hair over her shoulder as a couple students walked by. After that, she turned the corner, and saw that really skinny boy, ugh, what was his name? Kevin? Kemp? Kent? ... Kevin? She racked her brain as she drew closer to the little crowd. Two friends were with him by the time she spotted him, all bloody and looking like shit... well, more than usual, at least. Kurt! It was Kurt! Oh gosh. She noticed some skater punk and an annoying art girl with him. The losers had to stick together, she guessed. She slowed down a little as she passed, cooing. "[color=B645AB]Oh my![/color]" she gasped, putting her hand over her heart. She dramatically batted her widened eyes, lips parted. "[color=B645AB]Poor thing! I hope you aren't too hurt, Kurt,[/color]" she said, giving a smile. "[color=B645AB]Good thing you have such nice friends,[/color]" she winked at Brody, not even glancing at Irene. "[color=B645AB]Tsk tsk. You should go to the nurse. I would help more, but the sight of blood,[/color]" she put her hand to her forehead, swaying, "[color=B645AB]It makes me so woozy! Get better, hon.[/color]" she gave Kurt another concerned once over before walking off, her heels clicking loudly against the tiled floor.