Yes, well, I know this took forever for me to get out. I apologize. I had some stuff going on and then I started writing Seven Deadly Sins... And I know this is a really short update, but I'm planning to get the next one out later today. Probably in the next two hours or so.
Review time!
airehhcax43: aww, thanks! your username is cute too. pinky-swear. lol. and i'm excited too! lol. for your reactions, i mean.
SuddenlyEyeSee: :shrugs: My mom painted my room in one whole day. She was the only one doing it and she also had to do some detailing. I imagine if Claire was doing it, with a bigger room (yes, it would be bigger) but no details she'd be able to do it the same.
2Cute4U101: I can't tell if you're being serious. I really hope you aren't because then I would end up biting your head off, like I said in the beginning. Thanks for saying it was ok though, I guess?
THE GUESTHOUSE
CLAIRE'S (AWESOME) BEDROOM
1:03 AM
SEPTEMBER 2ND
Only about ninety feet separated The Guesthouse with The Estate.
Before she went to school, she thought it would be a good idea to get a good idea on the school she'd be attending. Reading the handbook had only made her more anxious, however.
Life in Orlando had not prepared her, but her mother and friends had. Claire knew the girls here would be snooty and unkind.
Sort of like how her mom was the other night.
But that's how she got prepared.
OCD wasn't a uniform school. That may be good for the other girls but Claire felt her stomach clench every time she thought about it.
Coming up with a brand new outfit every single day would be tough. But when her stomach twisted Claire just thought of Massie's face. What she would look like when Claire showed up in her better outfit tomorrow.
No guys attended her school, but no matter. She could make a quick stop to Briarwood after school.
The handbook also listed who had graduated from Octavian Country Day School. Secretary of State, CEOs, Olympians… Claire prayed that she would have a class with at least one of a future CEO's.
Her heart started picking up pace as she imagined what her day would be like tomorrow.
She imagined making such an impression on the girls that they immediately threw Massie out of power and placed her on top. She would rule the school.
Girls would beg her for tips on fashion and beauty and boys. Guys would die to go out with her. Massie would be reduced to nothing. Roaming the halls in old clothes, wearing the same thing twice, without friends.
It brought a smile to her face just thinking about it.
And so, Claire Stacey Lyons snuggled up into her pillows, took a deep breath, and eventually fell asleep.