It's all About Adrienne
Adrienne Frost was more than just a beauty queen of Snow Valley, but she often liked to pretend otherwise out of sheer boredom, vanity, and pretentiousness.
Despite her vanity, being top of the class at her wlite academy and an immaculate scholar, young entreprenneur, and complex-level telepath, her fiercely competetive nature actually rendered her completely lazy, useless, and apathetic to her own stunning looks and charms.
Making her father proud was her only goal and she was not very incluned to do so unless it was to spite her younger sister, Emma.
She sneered as Emma glided past her in a prudish cardigan, taking note of the change from a loose man's style sky blue blouse Emma had tried to fashion the day before in imitation of her glamorous older sister's more casual supermodel styles.
"Your hair has always been so flat and straight as sticks...that pony tail is more becoming for it other than that do I couldn't help noticing yesterday... Looked a lot like how mine naturally looks when ita dien, full of volume. You always copy my haircuts, this blonde color is refreshing. For once try not to be like me you toad."
Emma glared and scrunched up her pert pointy nose, "Shut up, you ugly snob. Why would I want to look like you you ten cent whore."
"Scott seems to like it."
Emma gaped and Adrianne laughed and patted the bottom of her medium length, one-length layered light brown hair, giving the fluffy locks a bounce with the delicate palms of her hands.
Cyclops wriggled guiltily in his seat, thrusting his knuckles to his jaw as he ignored Adrianne's sinister power-hungry glare and gleaming sharp all-American titanium pigmented coated white smile.
A.N.: Adrianne Frost was my muse, hand wrote this out then typed it on my phone.