Lutece Anthony
March 07, 2010 10:38 AM
The picture of normality by Lutece Anthony
As it so happened, Lutece was sulking. Ostensibly, there was no reason why the brunette would be sitting in the Cascade Hall, slumped in her seat with her arms crossed under the brand name on her pink Hollister tee, blue-green eyes focused murderously on the scrambled eggs decorating her plate. It seemed as though the eggs had been the unfortunate recipients of more than her glare—they were scattered around the plate like so much rubble after a demolition crew. Lutece was up for the Head Girl position, which in a sort of perverse way was actually the symbol of the popularity she had always wanted. It was just that this particular accomplishment would be greater if she had friends besides Talitha and Oliver. Or even, if Oliver had any interest in her at all.She would swear up and down that Oliver flirted clandestinely with her. They were the best pair in Potions and their long-term Polyjuice was going brilliantly. It was a great excuse to spend time with her yearmate, and Lutece could pinpoint no less than a dozen occasions over the past few weeks when she could point out Oliver doing something distinctly flirtatious with her.
But no. He was dating Hannah. The way things were going, she would get the Head Girl position too, and it would be just like any cliched high school film. Evil got the boy, evil got the position of power and popularity. Lutece just wished that her life would have the plot twist characteristic of such films: evil gets overthrown by the less-popular-but-prettier-and-nicer girl.
Well, a girl could dream.
Neglecting her eggs, Lutece applied a thin coat of lipgloss to her already shiny lips. She was sick of her life being messed up by other people, especially other people she didn’t like and who totally didn’t deserve to be dating Oliver even if they were Teppenpaws and probably creepily nice all the time like some sort of psycho killer in training or--
Lutece stabbed her eggs again just as someone slid into the chair next to her. In an attempt to rescue the situation, Lutece hastily lifted the eggs to her mouth while raising her eyebrows questioningly at the person who had just interrupted her sulking.
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