Zara Alisa Hart | 17 | Princess Bee | Interacting with: OPEN / N/A
If there was one thing Zara loved, it was attention. That's why she always made sure to be one of the last ones to arrive at school- Yet, today she showed up rather early. The blonde loved to make her entrance, with or without wearing her fancy clothes, she always managed to get what she wanted. Of course, she had to wear an uniform, which was not such a great thing. But again, she somehow found a loop and modified the uniform to make it look better.

If waking up early was not her favorite thing to do, going to school was even worse. And in that particular morning, she felt like staying in bed, hiding under her covers and watching some series. But that was not possible, not when she knew that presence was a must, whether she liked it or not. She couldn't afford to miss anything, her social life depended on manipulating those surrounding her, so every little secret and rumor were weapons used against those that she hated. And only thinking about it made her feel much better about not spending her day in bed.

The blonde tucked a strip of hair behind her ear, stopping for a few moments in front of the entrance, taking a deep breath of air before pushing the doors open and narrowing her eyes, looking at the people already there. She stood there for some moments, dressed in the blue skirt that came just above her knees, hugging her body and complimenting her shape, perfectly showing the contours of her body, welcomed by the sound of people chattering and the usual bustling that filled the corridors in the morning.

She was not sure if they all sounded excited or not, but she was pretty sure no one could be excited about going to school. Except the nerds. But they were out of discussion anyway. The corners of her mouth curled into a smile as she started walking in the direction of her locker, keeping her bag in one of her hands, high heels rapping along the floor

Ever since her arrival at Mountain View High, she knew what she wanted and how to get it. It was just a matter of time until they all fell in love with her fake smiles and categorized her as a princess bee because of her behavior and her background. Mostly anyone knew who her parents were, but she never really used it in her advantage. Family meant power, but using it instead of using your brain meant weakness. And she was no weak person.

Stopping near her locker, she opened it and threw her books inside, tapping her feet against the polished floor, gaze drifting from a student to another. Leaning against the locker, she wrinkled her nose and grabbed her phone, checking the hour before placing it back in her bag, a sigh escaping her lips. She soon had to go to class, but she was just going to enjoy her free time for now. Or at least what was left of it.


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Notes: Well, not one of my best starters but..
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