Fashion Club President Suzie, Shiroyama High Cafeteria
It was the best seat in the entire cafeteria. She'd made sure of it, of course, having picked it out early on during her first year at the school. A large table, albeit not too
big (she wouldn't want any nameless losers getting ideas and trying to sit near her), situated near the window... She could watch the cherry blossoms fall during spring, bask in the sun during summer, approvingly glance as the leaves changed into their fashionable autumn suits, and serenely admire the snow as it fell during winter. Even nature knew that fashions changed as time passed, and it was something that reassured her. Some would call her shallow, but she knew the truth. Being this beautiful wasn't easy, but it was worth it.
After all, power is beautiful, and thus beauty was power.
And in all of Shiroyama High, there was no-one as self-assured of their own powerful beauty then her. Suzume Tsukasa, but please, just call her "Suzie". She insists
. Some of the flunkies, fans and hangers-on that surrounded her had probably even forgetten that Suzie was just a nickname. Then again, aside from her and a small handful of others, the Fashion Club were a bunch of morons, their brains clearly addled by the bleach soaked into their hair and by the lamps of tanning salons. Suzie was the one who had brought them to their current lauded status, and according to her philosophy that only served to reinforce the fact that she was clearly
the most beautiful girl in school.
"Like, so what's the sitch with this new girl, y'know?" Suzie thought aloud as she ate her lunch. She'd almost finished, but she'd saved the best part for last; a bunch of small riceballs made to look like cutesy baby pandas. She'd always had a bit of a weakness for cute things, really. "She, like, totally
just walks on in like she owns the place and, like, totally
beats someone that higher level than her? And with that
outdated ensembled? Puh-lease!
Girl is in serious
need of a makeover, y'know what I mean?"
Wrinkling her nose in disgust as half the fashion club and a bunch of other students who just wanted to bask in her glory nodded like automatons, the most popular gal in Shiroyama High daintily lifted one of the rice pandas between her lacquered nails and popped it in her mouth. Seriously, that girl... Hopefully she wouldn't be as much of a pain in the ass as Atsuko was.