the hamptons circle
this love (will be your downfall) - ellie goulding
17, Senior (B-List)
Bio: New to Palmer, Natalie has risen straight to the top of the B-List, knocking down every wanna-be and buying every new pair of limited edition Louboutins on her way up. She's worked hard to get this far and will let no one take from her what she’s worked so hard for. Natalie was the queen bee at her old school, so she’s waiting patiently to get back up there. Although Natalie seems to be all smiles on the outside, no one knows about the dirty past that she has worked so hard to leave behind. She has secrets that could turn everyone against her, so she tries her hardest to keep her nose clean and stay out of everyone’s way.
Relationship Status: Single and looking
Secret: One day at her old school, the principal decided to do a locker raid to see if there was drug use by the students. Natalie had a small bag of marijuana in her locker. Panicking, she planted the bag in another girl’s locker so that she wouldn’t be caught. The girl was expelled and lost her scholarship to Harvard because of Natalie. No one knows it was Natalie except her closest friends back home. They all hate her now because of it.
Model: Magdalena Frackowiak
Top Three Choices:
1. Natalie Lawrence.
2. Eliza Sullivan
3. Athena Stamos
I still remember my first ever day at Palmer. It was awkward, uncomfortable, nerve-wracking. I remember walking down the hall, feeling so alone. I didn’t have anyone to call a friend or boyfriend or even just someone to show me to my classes.
I turned my head to look at everyone passing by me, wondering if anybody was looking at me, too. Of course they weren’t.
Oof. I walked straight into someone, all of my books flying out of my hands and covering the crowded hallway. I looked up to face a tall, blonde, leggy beauty queen. My eyes went wide. I used to be one of these girls. I was – am? – one of these girls. But even if I was, I felt out of place. “I’m sorry,” I apologized and kneeled down to pick up my books. She didn’t help.
“Get the fuck out of my way, new girl.” She shrieked, walking off, her posse of ‘friends’ following after her. I shook my head. Was it so hard to at least be a little courteous?
When I stood, everyone was staring at me. They weren’t staring in curiosity or pity or even empathy. No, every single one of them was staring at me with hatred in their eyes. For what, I didn’t know. For accidentally bumping into the presumed ‘popular’ girl? What was the issue with that?
And then my face went completely red. They recognized me, they must have. They recognized me and they knew what I did somehow. I didn’t know how, but they knew. They had to.
I put my head down and kept walking. Soon enough, they all looked away, but I was still struck with the fear that somehow, they /knew/.
But that was ridiculous. There was no possible way that word could have gotten all the way over to Palmer. Most people at my old school didn’t even know. They couldn’t know. Could they?
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