This might be an audition for Haverleigh Prep, I haven't decided yet.
But in awesome news, I totes got an A+ on my 20 page paper for my jerk professor. 20 pages fueled by rage and the desire to shove it in his face. Fuck yeah.
Cora Spears is a claustrophobic and obsessive straight-A student. She has little time for a social life, but it’s not like people hate her. She’s just there, answering every single question in your class. If you think about it, she’s actually saving you from the agony of being called on. Unfortunately, she’ll probably launch into one of her long lectures. When it comes to knowing it all, Cora’s got the act down pat. This doesn’t endear her to the popular girls, though. She spends most of her time studying in her room. She doesn’t have a roommate either, though, so nobody can actually confirm that. She’s rarely seen. And a good girl cover would be just the thing to hide the scandal of the Seven, wouldn’t it?
Model: Hailey Clauson
-Are you interested in moderating the group?
I would definitely be interested, but I don’t know if I’m going to have the time :/
-What are your top five choices of characters?
-Why should you be valedictorian?
I believe I should be this year’s valedictorian because, as an upstanding model student, I represent the best of Haverleigh’s student body. I may not be the most popular girl at school, but it would be unjust and unfair to turn something as prestigious as choosing valedictorian into a popularity contest. I would stand for those who are overlooked or overshadowed by the elitism that exists within the student body. Rather than spending my time gossiping, partying, and indulging in whatever idle epicurean leisure activities some of my peers partake in, I spend a great deal of my time studying making sure I’m prepared for anything. I have a strong desire to succeed at anything, and I would love the opportunity to share this desire or words of encouragement to my peers at our graduating ceremony.
-Do people here like you?
I would say they don’t hate me, but I’m not here for people to like me. I’ve been told I talk too much, but I’ve never seen that as a bad thing. If you don’t talk you can’t interact and learn. Of course, then there are moments when you have to be quiet so you can listen and learn…
-Tell us one thing you've heard about the Seven.
I don’t like to gossip, but I heard the Seven is a joke, like a hazing thing to scare freshmen. But I’ve also heard that the Seven were comprised of the varsity girl’s volleyball team.
I desire perfection. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
Or at least the ability to become the greatest I can become. I want it all. Perfect marks, test scores, the open avenues to the best schools in the world. Occasionally I crave to be better than everyone else. Sometimes I wonder if that’s what the Seven have achieved. And then I smile to myself because it’s silly. The Seven are just a myth, meant to scare younger students into keeping out of the parties hosted by the seniors.
I wanted to be perfect. But not like crazy perfect like that Natalie Portman in that ballet movie.
I can answer any question put to me, and if I can’t, I panic. My mouth slams shut, jaws locked, eyes glazed over, and head down as I bolt for the library or the nearest computer. I’ve heard everyone call me Hermione behind my back, they think it’s funny. I guess I do too, it doesn’t hurt me. It just allows me to know that my peers acknowledge my intelligence. They’re jealous. Or afraid that I know more than they do, which I usually do. They’re afraid I’ll make them look bad in front of the teachers. Truth is, by now, most teachers ignore my hand when they ask questions in class. I only get called on if they’re having a bad day, annoyed by the lack of interest from my classmates.
I like to sit in my room. I don’t have a roommate; she left a few days after claiming to see something on campus that spooked her. She woke up screaming one night, scared me too. The next day she was gone. But I like it better this way. I’m more comfortable with myself than I am with other people. Besides, when I’m alone, I don’t have people questioning the things I research or the books I read, like at home, or in the study hall. I can study, count my digits, add more and more details to my ten year plan, and work on my collage of magazine clippings. I can indulge in my “weird” hobbies in the privacy of my own room.
When everyone thinks I’m studying, I like to relax and take a break from studying all the time. Occasionally, I like to pretend the Seven are real, and then I like to imagine all the reasons for their existence. Sometimes I wonder if they – if they exist at all – crave perfection like me. And if they do, maybe they’re working to eliminate everyone who ever doubted them, who did not meet their expectations for perfection, maybe even those who belittled them, made fun of them for being smarter, better.
At least, that’s what I would do if I were one of them. But I’m not, because the Seven doesn’t exist, they’re just a campfire story.