solid gold, fourteen carat, barely burnished despite twenty years of hard molling. but beneath it, i knew, beneath that gold & stardust, she was all grit and sharp teeth gnashing, head twisting, talons out, tearing flesh.
make me queen
private, selective, independent blair waldorf.
or i'll make you bleed
you have to decide who you are, little girl, she told me once. once you know that, everyone else will too.
‘well well well, isn’t someone is a little egoistical?’ he thought to himself as he flashed her a similar tight lipped smile. ❝yeah that’s not ringing any bells but it sounds rather fancy.❞ he desperately raked his brain for memories, hoping he could find the one that sparked his outburst. and just when he was about to give up, it POPPED into his head. ❝aren’t you that girl who threw a huge diva fit at the bookstore two days ago because they recently got a no food policy?❞
falter of smile and brief roll of cerulean eyes flash as dainty arms cross over her chest , nearly bending the file she had - second ago - been so proud to present . ❛ it’s been our study spot for months now – they had never had a problem with a harmless fruit cup or muffin , i was just trying to figure out their reasoning . i’d hardly call that a diva fit . ❜ brows furrow and lips purse , the princess pausing for a moment . ❛ a bit odd to transfer mid - semester … were you expelled ? ❜
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