#499 Cassie Fisher {St. Marianne's}

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NAME: Cassie Fisher
 
AGE: 17
 
MODEL: Elle Fanning
 
BIO: Cassie is pretty. Cassie has all the friends. Cassie gets perfect grades. Her family used to own a large portion of Africa. Her daddy's an MP. She's perfect. But then why would such a perfect little Barbie doll choose to mingle with these misfits and losers? Because Cassie knows. Cassie knows she's next.
 
STORY:
Cassie sat in her room, busy running her blue file across the pristine edges of her nails. She followed her pattern methodically, saying to herself, Up; Firmly; Round It Off, in such a manner that the tune became drilled into her mind. After several more minutes of intense manicuring, she discarded the file and rose up from her bed, shaking her long blonde hair out behind her. The filing routine had become a morning ritual for her, as had her exhaustive methods of preparing her appearance for the day.
Cassie knew the ritual by heart- wake up at 5am, and no later, file and cleanse her nails for a solid 15 minutes, shower, put on her clothes, and spend the remainder of the time until breakfast (which was always an exact cup of dried fruit and muesli) preening and perfecting her look. This routine had kept her going for many years now, and she had never wavered. Not even moving to what her father had told her was a top-of-the-art boarding school had diminished her beauty or status. She felt the whispers of admiration that followed her as she walked through the hallways and the awestruck stares full of utter jealousy and wistfulness that met her at every corner. And it was up to her to maintain that air of perfection.
As she sat in front of her dresser, lightly curling the ends of her hair, she looked at her reflection. She was yet to put on her make-up, so her blue eyes weren’t quite popping. Her cheeks were colourless, and her complexion too pale. She scrutinised each detail of her body, critiquing every curve, every swell. She was thin; she knew that, but not quite thin enough. She looked across to her bedside table where her father’s latest extravagant gift lay unwrapped. She already knew that it was sure to be bottles of expensive perfume, her favourite pink heels as she received a new pair every month, and an elegant dress or two.
Cassie placed her curler down and sat silently for a moment. She wondered if Alex had made any input into her parcel. She hadn’t seen her brother in more than a year, and it seemed that whenever she went home to visit her family, he was out of town or at school or anywhere apart from his sister’s presence.
Sighing, she resumed her curling, until a sudden thump and caw at her window made her scream in fright, dropping the curler onto the carpet, singing a tiny spot. She quickly picked it up and placed it back on the dresser, before cautiously making her way to the window. A bloodied crow lay on her window ledge, its body twisted and mangled in the most brutal way possible. Fighting back the urge to vomit, Cassie leaned for a closer look, before the crows’ eye twitched to glisten at her, it’s last dying act one of seeming recognition. Cassie hastily opened the window, in the motion shoving the dead crow off her ledge and to the ground below. She pulled the window shut, and drew her blind down. Shivering slightly, she walked back to the dresser and sat down, resuming her rhythm, almost as though nothing had happened. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something felt different… Wrong somehow.
Cassie shook her head, and picked her curler back up. Nothing would faze her this year. Her reign would continue as the most loved girl at St Marianne’s. As she eyed her flat stomach and thin thighs in her mirror, she whispered quietly to herself, “You will stay perfect; if it kills you.”
 
TOP THREE:
Cassie Fisher, Eden Matthews, Jenna Allan
 
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