Character Desc.
Name & Age: Fiona Tales, 15
Hair: Short hair inch below chin, silver colored. Usually worn down with a ribbon on each side of her head
Eyes: Big light blue doe eyes, long thick black eyelashes
Face: Strikingly beautiful, sharp jawline with button nose, big eyes and small pink lips. Always slightly pink cheeks.
Skin: Scars and bruises run down her arms, legs and torso. But is covered with concealer and foundation, making her skin appear perfect, porcelain and unbroken.
Body: 34C, small frame with many curves. 5'4, 90lbs.
Personality & Past: Fiona was definitely the stubborn type when it came to taking orders. She hated homework and loved to eat. She hated being serious and loved to joke around. She loved shopping but hated getting tired from walking. She was a normal girl. But, her family has blew out the fire within her. She is now almost robot-like. She bottles up all her true emotions, as her family does not want her to be seen as weak or pathetic. She has been trained ever since she could remember to be 'perfect'. Straight posture, waist training, makeup to make her skin appear doll-like, and being told she cannot express herself as human emotions are not perfect. Hell, she he can't even eat more than an apple and a granola bar a day. Consequences came when she was not being doll-like, abuse came. Of course it was easily covered though, so no one knows the pain she goes through. People have always thought that she is just stuck-up, that she thinks too highly of herself to talk to anyone or to share a smile. Because of this, she has always been bullied. Her family decided to homeschool her so that she wouldn't give in to the bullies, as she is a doll after all. Until now, her family has finally let her go to an actual school for the first time in forever. They want to show off their prize, a perfect figurine. They've spent so much money on their doll that Fiona now has to work as a part-time model, walking down runways in ridiculous outfits, revealing so much skin. She hates it, she hates all of it, but she has to do it. All she wants now, is to feel emotion and be loved. She's never gotten that special mother's love, that special father's love. She never got to have silly, pointless fights with siblings. All she gets is abuse and told she needs to be perfect. She wants to feel love so badly, she'll jump into anyone's arms that offers. Which isn't a good thing..
Chapter One
"Fiona! Wake up! Right now, young lady!" My mother's voice screeched. I groaned and turned on my side, putting a pillow over my head to block out her voice.
The duvet was suddenly yanked off me, along with the pillow,
"Don't you remember!" She screamed more of a demand then a question. "You have to get to the studio now! You have a show at 6am!"
Oh crap. I completely forgot! I sat straight up, eyes wide. "Yes, M'am! I'll get ready right now!"
She nodded of approval, and left my room, slamming the door shut. I winced at the sudden sound.
I swung my feet over the edge of the bed, toes touching the freezing wooden floor, sending shivers throught my whole body. I slowly stood up and stretched my arms out, and walked over to my huge wardrobe. I opened it up and quickly chose out an outfit that would suit my mother's tastes.
A simple black short-sleeve dress that stops a bit above my knees with a white peter pan collar, paired with long white stockings that stop just below the knee and black high heels with a strap.
I undressed and looked at the huge selection of underwear my mother bought for me. It all seems too old for a fifteen year old girl, though…
I shook my head and decided on Victoria's Secret dark blue bra and panties.
I covered up all my skin 'imperfections' with concealer and set it with powder foundation, then slipped on the white stockings and dress.
I walked over to my bathroom, looked in the mirror and saw a lifeless doll. My eyes were dull, face was pale and I had dark circles around my eyes. I quickly covered it all up with makeup, as mother would not allow me to go in public without it.
I looked back in the mirror and now saw what would be called 'perfect'. I hated it so much. Flaws are what make us human, what makes us different. Being 'perfect' is so ironic. It's imperfect.
I sighed and continued getting ready, brushing my silky, silver hair out and tying white ribbons on either side of my head.
I walked out of my bathroom and strapped on my black heels, finishing up and walking down stairs into the kitchen.
My mother looked at me and gave me a smile, not full of love. Full of satisfaction at my doll-like appearance. I sighed and walked forward as she handed me an apple, "Now remember, Fiona. Eat this in 5 minutes at 4am. Then you can eat the granola bar I packed you at exactly 4pm. Nothing else, I don't want you losing your figure. Goodbye, now. Goodluck." She said as she shoved me out the door, "And remember, perfection is key. Do not fall into anyone's trap of emotion, it will destroy your beauty." She whispered that in my ear, as she slammed the front door shut, leaving me to the world.
As soon as I arrived to my workplace, I was grabbed, pushed and pulled all over the place, by more than ten different pairs of hands. They put me in a stupid outfit once again, caked me in even more makeup, heated my hair so it's perfect, gave me a fake tan (that they take off right after you finish walking down the catwalk) and put me in unbearable heels.
I looked down at my outfit. It was horrible. It was white and high-waisted, open at the neck all the way to the stomach, showing off the sparkly dark blue push up bra. The shorts part where lined with blue, along with the neck. The sleeves were lined with red, and two red stripes curved up on the stomach. The shoes were high heeled cleats, with pulled up white and black socks. It was supposed to look like a sexy-soccer outfit, I guess. I noticed a soccer ball had been shoved in my arm to hold. I sighed and looked back up waiting for my turn.
(BIG THINGY: I'M BASING FIONA'S MODEL-STUFF OFF OF CARA DELEVINGNE, AND THIS LINK SHOWS WHAT FIONA WOULD'VE LOOKED LIKE: watch?v=zAnmW4i1Qn4 SKIP TO 1:37-2:05)
Finally, I had been pushed onto the catwalk. The model who just finished and was walking back had smiled at me as she left, and I nodded respectfully back. There was a band next to me playing, I think their name was 'Fall out' something.. I can't remember.
I sucked in a breath and walked down the catwalk as good as I could. I pulled a 'sexy-smirk' face the whole time. I held up the soccer ball, and turned on my side when I reached the end, gave a fake smile, and then turned around and started to walk back.
As I was walking back, the american singer everyone was waiting for walked on stage and started to sing. She was beautiful, and seemed to have no flaws. I wonder if she's gone through what I have. She smiled at me and I nodded at her. We high-fived each other and slapped the small of each other's backs, which matched the beat of the song.
I finally got off the catwalk and was immediately mobbed again by hands. They fixed anything that was out of place and prepared me to walk back out on stage with all the other models and the performers. I did just that, shaking hands, posing, ecetera.
The last photo was taken, and I was quickly changed out of the horrible outfit and put into the one I arrived in. The fake tan was scrubbed off, and my heels were strapped on and I was pushed out the door.
Mother was waiting in her pink Mercedes Benz. I sighed at the sight of it, why would she waste money on something like that?
I got in the passenger seat and she immediately drove off, heading to my new school, Ouran Academy. It was going to be my first day, and hell was I nervous.
I didn't show it, of course. As mother would get angry because that's an 'imperfect emotion'.
She finally came to a stop in front of a giant pink building. "This is it." I nodded at her and got of the car. As soon as I closed the door, she was off. Without a wish of good luck, reassurance that everything will be okay, or anything.
I sighed. What did I expect anyways?
I headed towards the giant building, and got inside, heading towards the office.
The secretary looked up at me, pushing her glasses up.
"Fiona Stones, first year. New student." I said, with no emotion.
She nodded and handed me a class schedule, then looked back down at her computer and continued typing, as if telling me to bugger off now.
"If you don't mind me asking M'am, don't I get a map of the school along with this schedule?" I asked with once again, no emotion.
She looked up at me and glared, and I took that as a no and went on my to find class 1-A.
I followed the labels of the class doors, 1-C, 1-B, and…
Ah!
1-A.
I slightly opened the door, poking my head in. There was an entire class there, along with a teacher.
I closed the door and took in a deep breath. 'Okay Fiona, you can do this. Just relax.'
I faced the door again, and slowly opened it, and took a step into the class, drawing everyone's attention. The teacher looked at me with confusion for a few seconds before he realized who I was.
"A-Ah! Hello! Welcome to class 1-A! Come stand next to me for a moment, I'll introduce you." I nodded at him and walked over, standing beside him.
"Class, as you know now there is a new face here." I gulped as he continued, "You might recognize her if you go to any Victoria's Secr-" My eyes widened as I clamped a hand over his mouth. His eyes also widened from shock, to anger, as he shook my hand off and straightened his clothes.
"ANYWAYS. You might recognize her if you-" I glared at him. He cleared his throat. "If you'RE, uh, parents are close to the Stones family. As she is the daughter. Her name is Fiona Stones. Please welcome her kindly. Fiona, you can sit over there." He pointed towards a seat in the very back next to a window.
I nodded at him, "Thank you, sir", as I made my way over to the seat.
As soon as I sat down, I was mobbed with all kinds of questions from all kinds of people.
"Do you know recognize my last name?"
"Why aren't you wearing the uniform?"
"What company does your family own?"
"What's with your outfit? Where's your uniform?"
"You're so pretty! Wanna be friends?"
"Wanna come over to my family's beach house this weekend? They'd love to have a girl as pretty as you over!"
"Wanna come over to my house after school?"
Finally, the teacher stepped in. "Now, now class. Settle down. You're overwhelming Fiona. I'm sure she can answer you questions one by one. Raise your hands instead"
Everyone got back into their seats and all but 3 (other than me) hands were raised.
Two ginger twins, and a brown-haired boy with eyes as big as mine. I shrugged it off.
The teacher picked a girl with black hair and purple eyes, who turned around to face me. I looked up at her.
"Why aren't you wearing the uniform?" she asked politely.
"I just came back from my job, I didn't have time to change." That made everyone with their hands up somehow raise them even higher.
Another girl was picked and she did the same, turning around to face me, "What's your job?"
I took a deep breath, should I tell them? Maybe I should lie.. Hm..
"I'm very sorry, M'am. That's highly confedential." Disappointed 'awhs' could be heard.
"If it's so confedential, why's she wearing something like that.." I heard beside me. I ignored the comment.
Then a boy spoke up, surprising me. I guess I didn't notice the teacher pick another person to ask me something.
"Why don't you smile?"
I froze. I started shaking. How was I supposed to answer this without everyone hating me afterwards? I had no choice, though.. It would get back to mother and there would be consequences.
"Human emotions are pathetic." I spat. It was everyone else's turn to freeze. All the hands went down. I could feel the hatred in the room start to grow. The glares, the whispering, the rumors.
Great job, Fiona! It's only been about five minutes in the classroom and everybody already hates you!
Well, it's not like I was going to make friends anyways.
The teacher's shocked expression started to annoy me. He finally closed his mouth and went on with the lesson, but you could still hear how shocked he was in his voice.
*End of class*
The bell finally rang, signalling everyone to go to their next class.
I still sat there, looking out the window. Thinking about what had happened. I sighed.
"Why so sad?" Two voices from behind me said.
I turned my head and looked at them. It was the twins again. I shrugged and stood up, gathering my stuff.
I walked out of the classroom, when suddenly the twins were on either side of me, staring at me intently.
"What is it?" I asked them.
They jumped back a bit from my lack of emotion, but got close again.
"Why do you-"
"Hate emotion so much?" They finished for each other.
I looked down and shrugged again, "It's just how I've been taught."
They gave each other a look, before staring back at me.
"Well, this emotionless façade won't last long."
I gave a confused look to the twin who said it, then turned my head to the other as he started to talk,
"We're in all of your classes. And we're determined to make you smile."
I shrugged for the hundredth time, "Good luck with that." I said to them, as I picked up my walking speed, leaving them behind and walking into the next class.
The twins stopped in their tracks, watching Fiona walk away. They watched as her hair bounced up and down, how her hips moved side to side, one foot in front of the other. How her posture was perfectly straight.
Where had they seen this before…
They both snapped their fingers in sync as they remembered,
"The fashion show!"
It's exactly how the models that wear the clothes their mother designs walk! Could that possibly be her part-time job..? No way!
But, how did she walk so perfectly? Plus, she had the exact body of all the models.
The twins looked at each other with a devilish smirk.
They figured out her 'highly-confedential' job.
Their smirks turned to grins, as they ran to catch up with Fiona, determined to make her smile.
End of Chapter One
A/N:Holy crap! First chapter is finally done! I've had this idea in my head for so long and it's finally put into words! Haha!
Heh, anyways.. I promise I won't write Fiona getting ready into such a long part again. It was just so you could see what goes into her getting ready and how she feels and all that.
Also, I'm basing her model-stuff off of Cara Delevingne, so I have a link to the fashion show that Fiona was 'in', skip to 1:37 for her part, it lasts until about 2:05:
watch?v=zAnmW4i1Qn4
Alright.
Adieu, fellow carrots!