Winter was sitting, in a discreet manner, with her legs crossed and her pale pink Blackberry Pearl as her most lethal weapon. She was waiting patiently for the new girl to appear. Winter wasn't so lost in her mission to size Rowan up that she didn't notice Harlow sitting in the opposite corner. They narrowed their eyes at one another and Winter laughed when Harlow raised her ivory iPhone up in a menacing gesture.
The first person Rowan saw when she staggered into the main entrance for housing at Brighten Academy was an amicable looking young girl about her age. Strikingly beautiful in a an Italian sort of way; she had smoky, chestnut eyes, light pink lips, perfectly arched eyebrows, and dusted tan complexion, she looked perfectly approachable. Oak hued hair fell down past her shoulders and formed bangs on one side of her face. She was dressed simply enough with an authentic, Italian, leather jacket and tan pants.
Meanwhile, Harlow narrowed her hazel eyes as she saw the mysteriously gorgeous Rowan. The new girl was meant built to be a Bella, but the moment Rowan opened her mouth it became clear she had the personality of an Amazon. Rowan's' petite frame presented a lovely young woman with angelic features. Her milky white skin was exposed in the chic looking white lace sun dress over a blue and white striped sun dress. A heart-shaped silver chain dangled between her pear shaped breasts; blonde tendrils framed her sweet face and gently painted, pink lips curved upwards into a tentative smile.
"I will admit it if you admit it. Just please don't flatter yourself. Please don't flatter....yourself." She saw Rowans' aquamarine eyes light up as Aly & A.J. caused her magenta Treo. "Hey, Kent." The conversation started and Harlow noted the lack of confidence behind the softly tainted American accent. The star painted onto the back of her hand indicated the artist which dwelled within; Harlow wondered if Kent was a boyfriend but decided he was more likely to be a brother.
Across the room, Rowan had noticed the voluptuous, blonde beauty oggling her. Harlow had waist length, bleached blonde hair, rouge hued lips, coal shaded eyes, and fair skin. She wore a striped grey and white striped shirt beneath a white and black oriental styled vest to top off a black, pleated skirt. She looked formidable and Rowan was slightly uncomfortable already.
She had no idea that the two girls were from the defining groups of the school or that they were observing her with the meticulous scrutiny. The deal was only half-sealed, though, when Rowan chose Winter. "Um, hi. Sorry, but I was wondering if you have any idea where I'm supposed to go. I'm new here and kind of lost." Harlow glared at Winters' triumphant smile. "But of course. I have a special room for you. Come on, let's get out of housing. It's not meant for people like you and me."
"Ugh!" Savannah rolled her eyes as her twin sister, Eden, let out a cry of disgust. "What's wrong now? Nonexistent wrinkle?" she commented, sarcastically. "Puh-lease. As if I would have a wrinkle! No, it's nothing for you to concern yourself over, sister." Eden replied through gritted teeth.
Savannah went back to her edition of Vanity Fair as her sister typed away furiously on her lavender sidekick. "Whatever." she muttered under her breath. The years when she and her fraternal twin had actually been inseparable seemed to be so far from her memory. In a way, it was disappointing that they were no longer confidantes; but, Savannah knew it was for the best. Although, now they were basically enemies.
Throughout elementary school and junior high, the two girls had been the combined leaders of the popular clique. They had been the Olympians; Eden the golden Aphrodite and herself the dark Athena. However, when their parents sent them packing from Beverly Hills to the elite streets of London, everything changed. The two were put into Brighten Academy as freshmen and they'd drifted significantly apart.
Eden was interested in fashion, acting, and being a drama queen. Savannah had finally discovered her sisters' true colors. The inner bitch in her sister had truly shown itself those first few months. Eden had partied hard, cheated on her boyfriend, spread a vicious rumor, and betrayed a secret. Savannah, interested in writing, history, and politics had seen an ugly side of her gorgeous sister. After witnessing Edens' paths of destruction on several occasions, Savannah had broken away.
"Why do you read that magazine anyway? There are way too many articles." Eden said, breaking Savannah away from her thoughts. "There's more to life then the latest drinking binges of Lindsay Lohan, Eden." she retorted in irritation. "Um...what's your point?" Savannah ignored Edens' comment and went back to her article on the Middle East.
Savannah suppressed a giggle as her sister tugged at her canary shaded sun dress. Sometimes, Edens fashion statements were a tad extreme. She felt so much more comfortable in her royal purple tank top and True Religion Jeans. The twins were both beautiful and shared model like attributes.
Both had rose petal lips, bronze skin, heart-shaped faces, a sense of style, and soulful, hazel eyes. However, Eden had wavy blonde hair with flecks of opaque and strawberry blonde. Savannah had wavy, dark brown hair with natural streaks of ebony. The Warlow twins were five-seven, beauties who happened to be sworn enemies and the heads of two rival clans.
"If we were still in the same clique I would so write you up for that outfit." Eden said as she wrinkled her nose. "Well, we're not, so you didn't even have to say anything." Savannah retorted with indifference. Eden rolled her eyes and went back to her texts.
"Where's your, where's your, where's your dignity? I think you lost it in the Hollywood Hill." Hilary Duff sang out from the speakers on Savannahs' blood red Sidekick. With a smile, she pressed a button and put the phone to her ear. "Hey, Win! Are you at school yet?" she queried. The raspy voice of one of her best friends filtered over from across the line. 'Yeah, you know my Dad; he dropped me off hours ago. There's a new girl entering the mists." "Oh?" "Yeah, I think it said her name was Rowan McKenzie."
Savannah narrowed her eyes as she processed this new piece of information. A newcomer to Brighten Academy would mean the same thing it meant last year; the two top cliques would determine the girls "clique" potential and then battle it out as to which group she filtered into. Savannah compared it to North and South all over again; each side wanted an equal number of group members and followers.
"Interesting. We're going to have to keep our eyes pealed." Savannah commented. Eden glanced up from her phone and eyed her sister with suspicion. "Well, well, sister. Looks like it's war once again." Eden said softly. "I take it Eden found out about Rowan." Winter commented. "You know the Queen of Mean." "Watch it, Queen of the Amazons." Eden snapped from the opposite side of the limousine.
Savannah ended the conversation with the promise of having coffee the second they finished settling in; she then proceeded to put in her iTouch ear buds and turn on some Mary J. Blige. It was going to be yet another interesting year at Brighten Academy. Naturally, the campus would be divided between the Bellas (Edens' crew) and the Amazons (her territory). What else was new? The Warlow twins were born to be leaders; it was just an unexpected feat that they'd become divided.
Rowan stared absentmindedly out of the tinted window. She felt incredibly out of place seated against the plush seats of her family's', newly purchased, limousine. An overwhelming stench of fresh leather wafted up into her nostrils, causing her to wrinkle her nose. The scenery whirling by was unfamiliar and distant; Rowan wished she was back home in Boston living the quiet life of an artist.
How was any of this fair? Her parents, upon inheriting an obscene amount of money, had decided that Rowan needed a better education and the opportunity to break out of her "social shell". What did that mean anyway? Rowan was naturally silent; she preferred to observe and take things in rather than blab all the time. Since when was it a crime for a person to be inclined towards the artistic side of life?
Rowan sighed and momentarily closed her eyes. It was difficult for her to forgive her parents for sending her away. It didn't matter that the Prep School was elite, international, difficult to get into (so, basically, exclusive to rich people), and located in the historically rich city of London. Rowan desired nothing more than the simplicities of downtown Boston by the harbor. She didn't need stress or a life full of glamor. It angered her that her parents hadn't even bothered to consult her. They just assumed that she'd want to be attending some foreign school in a distant city.
She knew that the only thing to do would be to make the best of things; at least her parents wouldn't constantly be breathing down her neck as she was trying to paint, whining about how she never goes out. Rowan was content with having only two friends. Her parents simply refused to accept that she wasn't into popularity and the deceptions that brought.
Perhaps she'd make an attempt to be more social. Her brother, Kent, had always been social enough for the both of them. He had been the exact image of what popular should be. At least, she'd be closer to her brother, who was attending college at St. Andrews as sophomore. The house had just seemed so empty without his lively spirit. Unlike most siblings, Rowan and Kent truly got along; she preferred his company to almost anyone elses'.
Entering as a senior, into a private school in a different country, was not going to be easy. Rowan silently accepted this before settling in for a cat nap. Nothing could be changed now; Rowan decided that, even if she continued to dwell in solitude, she was going to try and make the best of things.
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