Hello! My name is Lilly.
Au Revoir, x
Today is the day where you get settled into your dorm room and meet your roommate before the big party tonight. Noora, Bijou, Yasmin, and Ara are hosting a small party for both guys and girls in Billing’s to scope out potentials so you want to get your best outfit on to make the best impression. Evaluations for the girls to be in Billing’s will be coming soon ;)
This place seemed so familiar to me, as I waited for the rickety train to stop on it's accelerated tracks. The old, dewy rain smell came back to my senses, uplifting myself. I felt the iron bars collapse. The doors opened, with a relaxed, havened sigh. I rolled my luggage out of the train, and took a look around me.
I checked out, and arrived after a lonely ride on a local bus, where I was checking my text messages. I laughed at the joke my father sent me, and I felt loving to the words my mother had inputted. My family, I missed them already.
I should tell you about myself. I'm Lilly Samson, daughter of Mark and Victorian Samson. My father owns a financial coperation, and my mother is a former business woman. I'm the only daughter, although they have fostered a child from Germany, Tula. It seems to others as if we are well off, living in a large estate in upstate NY, along with my two cats, Lizzy and Darcy. Growing up, I attended the mediocre catholic school. I often had the best grades, due to the fact of the horrible teaching. My mother persuaded my father to send me to Easton, where her mother attended as a Billing's Girl, where she never had to chance to attend due to the fact that my mother's side of the family lived in England for a few years.
I never had experienced real, glamorous luxury. We had enjoyed crabfishing, and I often lived the life of a country bumpkin. The school I attended required you to wear frumpish uniforms, untailored uniforms. My mother was apprehensive of sending me to Easton, since all the girls there were rich, spoiled, and glamorous. They had the best clothes and privileges. My mother bought me clothes at Barney's, Bergdorf Goodman, and some other boutiques uptown in Manhattan, a week before I was to leave. My father bought me a much more expensive phone and gave me my first credit card, a black amex. This was all new for me. I felt sorry for my parents, who were trying so hard to let me fit in with my new peers. They couldn't be that bad, could they? Even the Billings girls.
I'd just be me, Lilly. Dorky Lilly, the girl who always got A+s on her exams, the girl who was invited to be the math captain and president of the debate team, the dorky girl who sucked at lacrosse.
Once I stepped foot in the campus, I tried to keep calm. Other girls were whispering, laughing, as I passed by. They had silky, smooth, billowing blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. They reminded me awfully of Grandmother Lilly in her younger days. She was a smart girl with tons of money to spend. And she attended Harvard, where my father and mother also attended.
I hope I didn't cause too much of a dorky introduction. My outfit looked ironed too much, too new. While those girls wore heels, I wore simple, Chloe flats. But as I entered the cold, barren lobby, filled with dark oak and a large, fancy chandelier, along with a fancy, sprawling carpet, I saw a gold gilded frame enclosed in glass on one of the walls.
Grandmother Lilly. Philanthropist. Her piercing blue eyes stared back at me, but she looked serene and powerful at the same time. My Grandfather always said I always resembled her. Now, I was determined.