Post by Blair Summers on Jan 1, 2009 19:14:56 GMT -5
Mr Photographer
I think i'm ready for my close up
make sure you catch me on my good side
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Blair Rachelle Summers sat in her extra credit course, her cheeks resting in the palms of her hands. Her blank expression would have given her thought process away, which obviously, wasn't on the teacher or what he was teaching at all. Was it really the teenager's fault she already learned all the stupid shit he was teaching? She knew more about the subject then the teacher. So did she really want to pay attention? No. Did she have to? Yes. Would she? Hell no. Some people would have mistaken Blair was a stupid slut. Sure, she was somewhat of a slutty person (was it her fault she liked the attention ?! ) but the stupid part was far from wrong. She was very intelligent and hardly ever failed a exam or pop quiz. She had over 100 years of experience with teachers (not in "that" way) and school. Now, she didn't really care where her education landed her. But of course, it was winter break and Blair's parents had insisted on her taking an extra credit winter course. Learning about a great winter war. She was bored as hell and made a mental note to kill her parents when she saw them again.
Blair's mind drifted and slowly came back into reality as she heard her name being called. Miss Summers, I suggest you pay more attention next class. Now please, school is over. Leave Blair rolled her eyes and glared daggers at the teacher, he didn't seem to care because he was already half way out the classroom. He was more happy to leave the dreaded classroom then Blair. Bee groaned and shoved her school books in her bag, swinging it, with alittle too much force, over her shoulder. The brunette adjusted her outfit, the fucking uniform. Blair shuddered and glared in disgust at the thing. It was so ugly, the only thing good about it was that it made her legs look long. Blair rolled her dark red eyes and exited the class room. Her hopes rose slightly as she remember the school day was done. Over with! Now she was free to party and do whatever she wanted.
Blair walked towards the dorm. The brunette flung her high heeled school girl shoes on the floor walked to her bathroom. She stripped down, hopping into the shower. She let the water relax her tense muscles and washed her hair with her favorite strawberry scented shampoo. It was as if, she was washing all her worries away and replacing them with new dreams and goals for the future. This was totally not like Blair, being a good and happy person. She was more of the I'm Kay but if you mess with me I'll destroy you, kinda girl. It was just what her stupid past did to her. Make her an evil bitch. But, she couldn't deny she liked the respect and fear she got from people.
Blair wrapped a towel around her and exited the bathroom. She approached her walk in closet and smiled at the rows of designer dresses, pants, skirts, shirts, blouses, sweaters, hoodies and possibly anything else you could imagine. Blair was one to flaunt the things she had, especially since most people didn't have what she had, but when it came to clothes she liked people knowing that she was classy and organized. So, Blair Summers pulled out a pink belly top and jean pants. The outfit was perfect because it showed off her amazing body and gave things to the imagination. Plus, her toned stomach made her belly button ring glisten. Minutes later, Blair found herself in front of her mirror applying make up. Nothing fancy, just lipstick and eye shadow.
The young women smiled at her reflection and grabbed her cell phone from the bed, stuffing it into her coat pocket. About two hours later, Blair found herself at the club, yes it took the girl two hours to get ready. Perfection takes time, and Blair would waste all the time in her immortal life to make herself look like the hottest thing that ever walked the planet. Blair Rachelle Summers smiled as she approached the bartender, giving him a flirtatious look. He looked dazed for a moment and Blair scanned his thoughts for a moment, mostly consisting of "woah, shes hot" and "I'd like to..." Blair bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from laughing and just enforced the whole effect of her eyes on him. "I'll have a rum with coke please" Blair smiled innocently and pulled out a ten dollar bill from her coat pocket. She would start out with something softly, and work towards the more alcoholic beverages when someone she knew arrived. If someone she knew arrived. The bartender simply waved his hand as to say "don't worry about it" and went to fetch her drink. Blair smiled a devious smile and laughed. She did get everything she wanted.
