F makes her first impression

"Have you got all your stuff?" asked Zachery Gellar, Frances' 19 year old brother, running his fingers through his tousled jet black hair, fretting around the kitchen looking for his car keys.
"Yes mom." Frances replied sarcastically rolling her gold flecked hazel eyes. She grabbed her tan leather Givenchy satchel. "God, you're such an old woman".
" I am not!" he retaliated. He found his keys underneath a school book that Frances was sure to need. He handed the book to Frances. Zachery sighed and gave his sister a worried look, his piercing light blue eyes on her brown ones. He just wanted his sister to have a nice first day. If she didn't have the right things, then she would get slated. He knew what these girls were like; he had experienced his fair share of them at NYU. Spoilt, rude, disrespectful little rich girls too accustomed to their super privileged lives to move away from the Upper East Side.
Well why fix something if it's not broke?
The Gellar siblings took the elevator down from their new Fifth Avenue apartment.
While their parents were away, Zachery was entrusted with the care of his little sister. He cared about her like crazy, and so was fussing endlessly about her first day at a new school. As Frances was always away at boarding school, Zachery did not have the chance to see that his younger sister had grown into a responsible young adult. Her 18th birthday was coming up fast, but Zachery still envisioned her as a mischievous 14 year old getting caught with cigarettes in her bag.
Frances got in her brother's black Ford Mustang, with him behind the wheel. He put the key in the ignition and switched the engine on, then switched it off. Zachery sighed once more.
"Are you sure you're ready?" he asked his sister.
"Ready as I'll ever be" she replied. "Hurry up! I'll be late!"

Frances got out of the car, tucking a stray piece of her dead straight waist-length chestnut brown hair behind her ear.
"I'll see you at home, Zack" Frances said to her brother. Frances watched the black car drive off. Frances was very nervous about her first day, but also excited for what the future would bring. She loved New York: the pollution-ridden air, the skyscrapers that dared reach the heavens, its history, its multiculturalism, the abundance of art, literature and music, she loved it all. Whenever she made school trips to New York, she had always fancied the idea of living there, but never thought it would actually happen. New York was so fast paced compared to Ojai, so sophisticated and modern. And it was her home now. She took a deep breath, held her head up high and walked towards the royal blue doors. She saw four girls standing outside the school. I need to make friends, Frances thought, or at least people to show me where the hell my classes are. She approached the girls.
"Hi" she said to Serena, Blair, Kati and Isabel, putting on her friendliest please-like-me-I'm-a-nice-person smile. "I'm Frances, I'm new here."
Serena, who was the nicest of the girls, replied.
"Hey Frances!" she said, brightly "I'm Serena, this is Blair, Kati and Isabel."
In a lightning second Blair, Kati and Isabel had scrutinised Frances' outfit and made their judgement of her.
"Kick ass bag" commented Kati. Frances smiled gratefully.
"I love your shoes, where did you get them?" Isabel asked, referring to Frances' leather Sigerson Morrison slingbacks.
"Oh, my brother bought them for me" answered Frances.
The four girls stared in amazement at Frances and silently prayed her brother wasn't gay.
The bell rang.
"Oh, it's time for assembly, come on, I'll show you where it is", Serena said, ushering Frances inside the blue doors with Kati and Isabel tagging alongside them leaving a fuming Blair behind.