Realistic or Modern University of Hollywood | Rich & Poor

[sunshine and whiskey]

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[sunshine and whiskey]

Her voice screamed at the top of her lungs as her parents rushed into her room early this morning. She has just heard the news about Hollywood University accepting poor people on a scholarship to their, well her, university. Her eyes bounced towards her parents as she had tears in them, basically asking them was the rumor true and someone was playing a joke. She walked past her parents after they basically stood then just as stunned as Hayden was. She walked down the stairs with a slight huff then entered the kitchen, where Marley had just prepared breakfast. She didn't even want to eat at this point. Hayden felt sick enough. "I am not going there if poor people are going to be swarming the halls." She proclaimed as her parents entered the dining area now. "Honey, it may not be that bad. Poor people might be not so poor this time of year." Her father said then chuckled while looking towards her mother. "Honey, your father is right. They might be on a scholarship but you're a Trust Fund baby so act like it."


Her mother and father sat down at the table as Hayden stood there, still a bit stunned. She eyed her parents and nodded her head. "You guys are right. How bad can it be?" She asked then sat down at the table as Marley placed a plate of her breakfast in front of her now. After she ate, she went upstairs and started blogging about poor people being accepted into a school full of the rich kids from the east and west coast. Within seconds, she got instant replies that were basically against the poor people but one person defended the poor people - Saying that they have a chance just like everyone else.


Hayden didn't even bother to reply as she got herself ready for orientation since school didn't start for another week. She showered then adorned herself with a white blouse and a skirt to match along with flat, white shoes. She fixed her hair so that it is in a high ponytail then went over to her vanity mirror, applying a small amount of makeup. She got up from her seat then grabbed her clutch purse and car keys then exited her room. Hayden walked with such poise down the stairs now and kissed her mother and father goodbye before exiting the house and getting inside of her Porsche convertible and driving towards the university.


She pulled up into her usual parking space but saw that someone had parked there. She leaned back in her seat with a huff then took the next parking space available. Hayden took her phone out and took a picture of the car then smirked slightly while walking towards the auditorium. Upon entering, she saw that some poor people were sitting there to. She looked at them with slight disgust plastered upon her face. She found her seat in between a few other rich kids like her and just sat there, quietly for the first time as she was slightly pissed that these others were in her mere presence right now.


Boy, is this going to be an interesting year of Hollywood University.

 

[Cosmic Storm]

Jordan Alexander Silas





4 Years Ago
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Jordan woke up like any other day, doing his normal schedule, dressing himself up nicely and got ready for the school bus which came an hour later. It was senior year, and Jordan was really excited for it to be over.


"Jordan?" called his mom, Mary, "Can you get the mail?" She asked, she was sitting down at the table, with her glasses on; reading the daily newspaper. Jordan had just finished making his pop tart and took it out of the toaster. Taking a large bite from the corner, Jordan wolfed it down, not minding the temperature.


Jordan walked outside about 15 feet to his mailbox and opened the small door. Jordan grabbed a handful of letters and shut it behind him, making his way back to the trailer, checking out the mail.





University of Hollywood


Hollywood, California


Jordan Silas


Portland, Oregon





Jordan stopped dead in his tracks before turning it over and ripping the back open. Unfolding the tri-folded letter, Jordan read that he had just been accepted into the University of Hollywood.


The letter explained to Jordan that they wanted him to go to their school which would be approximately be fully constructed in four years time.


Jordan looked away from the letter, not letting the tears in his eyes escape, Jordan just couldn't believe he just got accepted to Hollywood University.


"MOM!" Jordan yelled from his mailbox, running into his trailer. "Look mom!" Jordan exclaimed, setting the letter in her lap. She examined it quickly, standing up and congratulating her son.


After releasing her son from a warm hug, she pinched his cheeks, "My baby boy, all grown up." Jordan's mom cooed. Jordan gave his mom a long hug again. "I'm moving to California mom." Jordan announced.


"Just got to wait 4 years." Jordan mumbled.

4 Years Later- Present Day

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Jordan woke up in his bed of his apartment by the sun peeking through the curtains. Jordan sat up and tossed the blankets aside before rubbing his eyes. Today would be orientation, which couldn't make Jordan any happier. Today he would finally get to be in his dream school, fully completed.


Jordan then did his 5 minute exercise, to keep his figure; before he stripped down to nothing, and turned on his shower to hot and let it steam up the bathroom. Jordan stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over him. Jordan squirted some shampoo into his hands before raking his hands through his wet brown hair. Jordan quickly washed his hair before scrubbing his body with soap.


After turning off his shower, drying off quickly not bothering to do his hair yet. He wrapped his waist tightly with a towel, and proceeded to the kitchen where he made himself a strawberry pop tart.





Old habits never die.


Jordan also ate a banana with it before going to his room. He pulled on some boxer briefs and blue jeans before adding a belt. Jordan pulled a long sleeve, black and white baseball shirt and putting some gray socks on. Jordan headed over to the bathroom where he applied some styling gel to his hands and combed his hair with his fingers and added some hair spray. Jordan brushed his teeth quickly, before taking a picture of himself in the mirror and putting it on Instagram to his old modeling fans.


Jordan put on his Nike shoes on, put on his black leather jacket, sunglasses and grabbed his helmet for his motorcycle. Jordan put his black backpack on and left the apartment, locking it behind him. Jordan walked down the steps to his motorcycle which was in the car lot.


The motorcycle roared to life, Jordan put his helmet on before he took off to the University.


Jordan didn't look like a guy in the middle class, he wasn't really poor but he wasn't rich. He had to earn his money and earn his scholarship. Jordan took care of himself though, spending his money on himself. Jordan pulled into a parking space and stuck his helmet in his backpack. He noticed people begin to slowly swarm the school, people of all sorts. Some looked like the snotty rich kids you see on TV and others looked like him or the people who weren't as fortunate. Jordan walked up the front steps, nodding at some of the college girls. He made a mental note to get a phone number by the end of the day. Jordan smiled, shaking his head, as he took a seat on the bleachers in the auditorium. He saw as cliques began to form all around him.


Jordan waited.


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Phew.

 

[PixieDust]

Georgia Wells



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It had been a completely ordinary day when the news came. Georgia had been running through vocal scales after school to prepare for her leading role in the senior production of Evita. This was a regular occurrence for her since she was always performing and needed to keep in tip top vocal and physical shape if she wanted to make it on stage or screen. It was a competitive business, not for slackers who just wanted fame for nothing.


When her phone rang in the middle of singing scales she was tempted to ignore it, but fortunately she picked up.


"Mom?" She answered. The conversation mostly ended with Georgia crying tears of elation. She had been accepted on scholarship to attend Hollywood University. One step closer to her dream. After explaining to the piano player about how amazing the opportunity was, she had run home to celebrate.

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Now she was standing at her simple dressing mirror deciding on an outfit for orientation. She was never usually picky but she needed to make a good impression. She knew how mean rich kids could be. In the end she simply went with a simple purple blouse and smart white three quarter length jeans with white sandals.


She headed out after giving her parents a video call and drove up to the university for orientation.


There were so many kids and the richer ones were easily spotted, looking like something out of 90210 or something. It made her feel a little insecure, but hey, she was here! Which meant she was just as good as them. She found the auditorium by following a few other people and took a seat anywhere she could find, between a two students that she wasn't really paying much attention. All she could think about was the fact that she was siting there in the first place, as though it was a surreal dream.

 

[Teddy Squirts]

Elijah Adam Taylor

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Wringing out a withered up mop, Elijah was cleaning the family restaurant while listening to music on his headphones. It was just another day for Elijah, not too much was going on. Placing the mop back into the bucket, Elijah sat down in the closest chair. Taking his baseball cap off his head, he wiped his sweaty forehead and sighed. Feeling as if life was on repeat, he was a bit discouraged. When his father and mother came from the back, Elijah quickly got up from the chair, to look as if he wasn't slacking off. His parents had huge smiles on their faces, quickly walking towards Elijah. When they approached him, Elijah's mother began to tear up and cry happily. Elijah was a bit confused as to what was going on. "What's the matter? Why are you crying mom?" He asked her, kind of worried as to what was happening. His father had a letter in his hand, looking Elijah directly in his eyes he handed over the letter. "What's with the envelope?" Elijah asked, looking at the envelope wondering who it could be from. That's when he seen the name of the sender.


Opening the letter in a hurry, he ripped open the envelope taking out the letter. He began to read it over, then that's when his eyes halted at the word 'Accepted'. Elijah jumped in the air with ecstasy, this is what he's been waiting for. "I can't believe I got accepted, I must be dreaming. It says here I was accepted on a scholarship. There's an orientation at the campus in a couple hours, do you mind if I take the rest of the day off?" He asked his parents. They were strict, but when it can to school they became very lenient. Both of his parents nodded with the smiles sticking to their faces, they were speechless. Elijah got up from the chair, and started to take off his apron. He smelled like jerk chicken and oxtail, not a very attractive smell. Elijah ran towards the back, taking his car keys out he unlocked the door.


Elijah's little car was anything but fancy. The radio would pop out from time to time, and the windows weren't automatic. Revving up his engine, he blasted out the parking lot towards his apartment building. It wasn't that bad of a place, especially for a studio apartment. Parking his car in the building garage, Elijah hurried out towards the front door. Climbing up two flights of stairs, his adrenaline was pumping. First thing first was to shower because first impressions were everything. Turning on the stereo, he began to strip off his clothes, and picked out the fresh ones he was going to wear. A black short sleeve button up shirt, and a pair of skinny khaki pants.


Jumping into the shower, Elijah made sure every part of his body was scrubbed hoping to smell like roses. After his shower, he brushed his teeth and hair, rushing to then get dressed. After he was fully dressed, Elijah applied some nice cologne and smiled in the mirror. Lastly, the only missing thing was his baseball cap, he wore it all the time backwards for good luck. Leaving his apartment, Elijah rushed to his car and zoomed off towards the campus, following the directions on his IPhone. Without even leaving his car, Elijah already spotted a lot of beautiful girls, you could definitely tell their social class. Parking his car in one of the few spots available, it was prime spot close to the door.


Checking himself out in the rearview mirror, he made sure everything was on point. Turning down his music, he got his car and locked the doors. Unsure of where to go, he checked the letter and just assumed where to go by the amount of people. It lead him straight to the auditorium, and it was overwhelming. There were so many students, he didn't know how to take this all in. Looking for any open seats, he spotted an opening next to a pretty girl. This was the beginning of a lovely semester.
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[. D O V E]

George Sebastian Willpowers

"Oh looking real good baby." George winked and ran a hand through his hair, "You are the most gorgeous person I have ever met!" he continued, voice filled with adoration as he stood in front of his fancy, well-designed mirror while admiring his own reflection. He examined his own image, proper posture, teeth as white as the sheets of his bed and of course, his hair which is styled in it's usual up-do. His daily ritual of admiring his self was cut off when his iPhone let out a sound, indicating that somebody was calling him. George frowned at this, still he made his way towards his bed table to get the said gadget. He unlocked the phone and accepted the call, "Hello? Who needs to hear my beautiful voice?" he answered, voice full of vain. His father was on the other end of the line and was telling him about how "poor people will go to the same school as him", George's frown turned into a mixture of shock and disgust just before his father ended the call.

"Good gracious that is absurd! What came into the school to let this kind of nonsense happen." he whined as he made his way infront of his mirror again, frowned and took a quick picture(of course he uploaded it on Instagram, Twitter and all social medias available, he put "ugh come on" as a caption). As he made his way out of their mansion, he couldn't help but wonder why the heck would their school allow low-lifes to roam around the campus? Much less breath the same air as them? George cringed as he entered his Ford Mustang and started driving towards the school. He parked his car and slid outside of it. The moment his shoe hit the ground, gasps were heard(gasps of adoration and gasps of loathing), George merely smirked at them and waved his hands.

"Tch, what happened to this place, it's full of trash." George made a gesture of disappointment by shaking his head from side to side. There were commoners walking around and giving him a variety of looks(and it was very unpleasant for him). Feeling anoyed, he clicked his tongue and strolled his way to the auditorium.

There were countless of wanna-bes gathered over there and it made him crunch his nose and squint his eyes, but at least some of them are actually nice to look at. The poor people he's seeing now is way better than the poor people he was imagining in his head. He silently sat on a free seat and patiently waited for the program to begin. He examined the place, head turning and eyes criticizing every single soul present in the room. You can easily tell who's rich and who's not. Rich people just stand out as their color palette are mostly consists of bright and golden colors, plus their accessories are big enough that you can see it from far away.

Yet it does not matter, poor people or no poor people- George will be the number one star.
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[sunshine and whiskey]

Hayden sighed as some as the orientation was the same as always though they mentioned the poor people this year though and that was the only thing changeable part of Headmaster Duncan's speech. He just basically told the rich kids to be nice and get to know the poor people a little bit better. It wasn't on Hayden's agenda to do that and she didn't intend to place it there. She eyed all of the poor people surrounding her then turned her nose up at them. 'This is my school and I'll be damned if poor people think they rule here.' She thought to herself while glaring towards a poor, black kid sitting beside her.


Hayden huffed then stood up and removed herself from sitting beside him. She just decided to stand up for the remainder of the assembly and thanked the heavens up above when it was over. She ran into her friend, Samantha and gave her a hug as they chit chatted about their Summer, of course they were trying to one up each other. She released herself from their conversation as she said that she'd talk to Samantha later but that will never happen probably.


She pulled out her cell phone and texted every rich person in her phone to let them know that she throwing a Back To School Bash at her house later on that night. She even typed in all caps that no poor people are allowed to come. Hayden leaned onto the hood of her vehicle for a moment, seeing who else can she bother before leaving campus permanently. Hayden wanted to speak with George since it's been awhile since she seen him, or even heard from him. Her eyes scanned the perimeter and she searched for him.

 

[PixieDust]

Georgia Wells

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Georgia listened as she sat amongst everyone in the auditorium . She noticed as one blonde girl chose to stand when she realised she was sat beside a black guy. That really irritated her, it was ignorant and stuck up and people like that really weren't worth anybody's time. Whatever. Georgia believed in karma, and karma was the biggest bitch. Probably a bigger bitch than Golden Girl over there.





In her opinion, the summation of orientation went something like this:


Headmaster Duncan: Girls and boys, please be at least tolerable towards the underprivileged parasites, because they're kind of talented and we want this school to have a good reputation no matter how fake it is.





Georgia: Ugh, kill me now...


In all honesty she was just grateful to be there, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel the tensions between classes and she really just wanted to get out of there. She had no idea who would be nice to talk to after all, and her apartment was pretty inviting right now...No, she had to find someone at least tolerable to talk to, maybe who would also be taking her major or minor. Once the spiel was over, she looked around her, plastering on a smile that she hoped looked approachable.

 

[RosateNena]

Pandora was somewhat rushing as she was driving, and the wonderful traffic of California was not at all helping. She couldn't be late to class, because she would practically kill herself if she was. Luckily, the cars in front of her started moving again and she was on her way.

As she drove into the parking lot, Pandi didn't even care about how bad of a parking job she did- she was just in a rush. She grabbed her bag and phone before speed walking to inside the building and into the auditorium. She knew about the whole scholarship program for the poor, but she didn't realize just how many were actually accepted. You could tell the difference between a rich kid and a poor kid with the snap of your fingers, and that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Shaking off her thoughts, Pandora made her way to the front to find a seat. There weren't many left, which drove her insane because she was only rushing to find a good one. She ended up settling for an area that luckily didn't have many students, and began scrolling through Twitter.

She usually wasn't so secluded and quiet, but she also had no idea who any of these people were. Pandi wasn't just going to walk up to a group of people and try to casually converse with them- that wasn't how this generation worked. Everyone already had their cliches and everything else, and Pandora never fit into any of them. Most of the rich kids rejected her because she didn't want to have all this money, and the poor kids only thought she was as snobby as those who weren't- it was a mess.

She thought about her parents, and how things have changed terribly ever since they passed. They ended up leaving Pandora with a lifestyle she couldn't stand and wished she could just give away- even if she could, it wouldn't be easy.

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Spoiler

 

[Knowles]

California...Damn, son.


The old Jeep Wrangler slowly putted down the road, and pulled into the driveway of the modest townhome. Michael was absolutely amazed that his jeep had made it. Four days...FOUR DAYS of driving finally led him to his new home. Of course, Michael could have maybe done the trip in two days. But if he was travelling across the country, never to (hopefully) return, he was going to make the most of it. Michael turned his roadtrip into a bit of a literary pilgrimage. He'd made sure to stop at the homes of famous novelists, or the sites of their inspirations. The trip would've been more inspiring, if Michael hadn't had to spend three nights in a row sleeping in his shitty old jeep.


Michael stepped out of the wrangler to admire his new home in Santa Monica. It wasn't much to look at, a small 650 square foot townhome, squeezed in between two others ones completely identical to it. It had one bedroom, one half kitchen-half living room, and a bathroom. No washer or dryer. Ugh. Michael retrieved all of his earthly belongings from the jeep: Two stuffed duffel-bags, and an old typewriter. He unlocked the front door and went inside. It was small, and cramped. The only pre-furnishing was a desk and bed inside the bedroom, and a small table with a couple of chairs in the main room. Michael didn't mind. The University was paying for most of it.


The duffel-bags were absentmindedly tossed onto the bed. But Michael took the typewriter and carefully placed it on the desk. He also placed a copy of his novel, The Rotten Apple next to it. He stared at the cover, which he'd actually designed himself It was a picture of the NYC skyline, but everything looked exaggeratingly rotten and filthy, like the entire city had never heard of Lysol. Michael hoped he'd never have to return to that city ever again. He left the bedroom and returned to his jeep. He had to make it to orientation. The sun was shining, wind blowing, it was a beautiful West-Coast day. California...Damn, son.


Michael arrived to the orientation about halfway through it's presentation, but he didn't mind. Michael didn't listen too much to the speaker, instead he was looking at all of the students in the room. He always liked to stare at someone and imagine up a fictional background for that person, it was a good way to pass the time. He did, however, notice a lot of looks being returned to him, and not all of them were nice. All of the people giving him nasty looks had one thing in common, their clothes cost about the same amount as his monthly rent. The trust-fund babies. Michael had heard that the University's decision to give out scholarships caused some controversy, but he had no clue it was going to be so...severe? The orientation concluded. Michael started to follow the crowd that aimlessly made their way out of the large room.

 

[Teddy Squirts]

Elijah peered in the corner of his eye as the blond girl next to him stood up. It wasn't the first time a white girl decided to move away from him, and it definitely wasn't going to be the last. Elijah wasn't going to let this bother him though, he had a lot more important things on his mind. He was going to the college he's been busting his hump for, there was no time distractions. Although, there was plenty of beautiful girls around him that could occupy his time. As the orientation went on, Elijah looked around to see what type of people were attending this school.


The smell of pretension and over priced clothing filled the air. Most of the students looked like they were movie stars, as if they would be late to the red carpet. This wasn't to discourage Elijah though, he knew if he stayed on the right track no one would really bother him. As the orientation came to a close, he noticed everyone began to talk amongst themselves, or meet with friends. As everyone began to pour out of the auditorium, so did Elijah. Hoping he could find someone with his major, maybe talk about writing or art. Although most of these students probably paid someone for their homework.


As he walked down the auditorium, Elijah looked around for where he should go. This was a lot to take in, and he was probably going to get a lot of information regarding his major. He did see one girl though who had an inviting smile on her face, as he approached her he had a soft smile on his face as well. She long brunette hair and really blue eyes, she was a cute one. "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Elijah. Pretty crazy orientation right, I thought the dean was going to leave us goodie bags with gold bars." He said jokingly towards the girl.

 

[PixieDust]

Georgia Wells

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For a short while, Georgia just stood where she was, observing everyone around her. She was now deliberately skipping over the rich kids since she was more interested in the scholarship kids like her. They were way more likely to talk to her anyway. She was so engrossed in watching everyone that she didn't notice the presence of someone else for a moment. At first all she could see was torso, because the person was quite a bit taller than her. Looking up she realised it was the guy who had been sat next to Golden Girl, offering her a pleasant smile which she gratefully returned. Georgia could already tell he would be nice to talk to. She just hoped he wasn't majoring in theatre because then he would be her competition, and that would definitely suck for him. Note to self: Stop making everything a competition...


Georgia chuckled with good humour at his joke. "Oh yeah, I think we are gonna need them if we are ever to get along with some of these kids," she said, "I'm Georgia, it's nice to meet you too. What's your major?" Although she was ridiculously competitive, Georgia was always down for meeting new people. "Mine's theatre and dramatic arts." She was careful not to ramble on about her love of Meryl Streep and Barbra Streisand and the likes. Most folks didn't appreciate her incessant rambling.


@Teddy Squirts

 

[Knowles]

Michael was shunted out of the auditorium with the rest of the students. Literally sometimes, shunted physically by some of the trust-fund babies. How could they tell he wasn't as rich as them? He looked down at his clothes. He wore a pair of gray vans that were terribly worn out, khaki shorts that were splattered in ink stains from his drawing, and T-shirt he'd bought just that day that said Venice Beach. Maybe that was how they could tell. Michael didn't mind their behavior, it just reinforced his idea of LA's one-percenters. He did, however, mind getting pushed around.


The next person to prod him in the back was a typical snobby rich-kid. Michael heard the kid mutter, "Do poor people walk slower or something?"


Never one to be able to hold his tongue, Michael immediately lashed back out. "Yea we do like to walk a little slower. What's your rush, on the way to ask daddy for some cash?"


Next thing he knew there was a much harder shove to his back. Michael whipped around to face the kid, only to realize there was five of them staring him down. The one who'd been pushing him spoke again, "You want to reiterate that?" He asked. The group closed in threateningly.


"Ooh, reiterate. That's a big word. I didn't know rich kids could use words with four syllables." Michael said.


Fortunately, the boy did not retaliate. Unfortunately, one of his bigger friends did. The big friend closed the ground between him and Michael in two large strides, and grabbed him by the shoulders. Michael tensed, he'd had a lot of experience being a punching bag. The big friend hurled Michael off to the side with all his force, and Michael would have gone straight to the ground, had his body not rebounded off of a large guy dark-skinned guy talking to a pretty girl. Michael was able to stay on his feet, and watched the group of rich kids sink further into the crowd while laughing together.


Michael turned to face the large guy, intent on saying sorry before he was thrown to another part of the room again. "Apologies, I was aiming to hit the floor." He said, and gave a sideways glance at the pretty girl.

 

[Cosmic Storm]

Jordan bit his lip as he peered over the shoulder of the person in front of him. A group message must have been sent, because most of the students, the rich kids, stared at their phone Jordan observed.


A party invitation? This nerdy looking guy titled the sender as The Beautiful Bitch. Jordan read the address before sitting back in his spot normally. "Maybe I could go to the Bash." Jordan whispered, a smile creeping on his face. He saw that the BBB had no tolerance for poor people, but Jordan didn't think of him as poor, just not able tot grow up with wealthy parents. Maybe he was considered poor to them and Jordan didn't even know. Jordan wasn't the type of person to label a person based on their financial status.


Jordan looked at his body, he definitely was not ugly under no circumstances so that was a plus to him. Jordan smirked, staring at a random hot chick, to boost his self esteem. He watched as her face reddened and looked away quickly.


"I still got it." Jordan smirked, as he thought to himself.


Suddenly, his attention focused on a guy. A group of what looked like snobby rich kids, started surrounding him. A large male, grabbed the guy by the shoulders when Jordan tensed up, standing quickly. Before he could get to the two, the guy was hurled into another guy, a dark skin man. The group slithered away laughing.


Jordan scoffed in disgust, he hated those type of people.


Jordan made his way towards the guy, and introduced himself. "Hey, are you okay? I saw what happened." Jordan said with a concerned expression.

 

[Zatanna]

Madisun Clark Fangio

Madisun yawned waking up for her first day. She had already slept in, she went clubbing last night and needed the rest. She tossed the guy in her beds, arm off of her and stood up. She yawned, stripping down to nothing and getting in the shower.


She turned on the shower radio, and started blasting 'Bad Blood' by Taylor Swift.


"Ohhhh! Its so sad to think about the good times youuu and I!" she screamed, washing the conditioner out of her hair. Madisun had a lovely voice, but in the shower she liked to scream, and sound awful. It was funner that way. Once she was done she turned off the water and wrapped a towel around herself.


She brushed her hair and brushed her teeth. Then went to her closet deciding what she should wear.



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Spoiler

Madisun put on her outfit and smiled at herself in the mirror. She looked perfect. She fished her car keys out of her bag, and opened her bedroom door and went down the stairs. She opened the front door and went outside.




She jumped in the car, and started her coral pink bug. She started it and ran to Starbucks really quick. She order, got her drink then pulled into her parking spot at school. She got out of the car, and checked her phone to see where she was supposed to go. She put her phone back in her bag and walked happily to the auditorium.


She saw George and smiled, he was handsome, he looked a little stuck up but she never judged somebody before talking to them. She walked up next to George.


"Hey! Can I sit here?" she said softly. Her voice was calm, and soothing. Easy to listen too.




@ThatDove

 

[PixieDust]

Georgia Wells

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Georgia had just been about to settle into attentive mode, waiting for Elijah's response when something solid knocked right into the poor guy. Taking a startled step back she assessed the situation with wide eyes of alarm which quickly narrowed and flashed toward the idiots who had pushed the guy into Elijah.


The guy in question who was now on the ground looking apologetically at them both was clearly only being targeted because he wasn't rich. As she had observed before, the class divide was prominent and this kid really stuck out like a sore thumb in his outfit.


"Are you alright?" She asked, voice laced with concern, just as another person just as tall as Elijah came over to investigate the situation. She had definitely not expected so much drama already...she wasn't even in drama class yet!

 

[Knowles]

Michael stood straight. He swept his long hair out away from his face, it had fallen in front of his eyes during the scuffle. The rich guy hadn't hurt Michael, he'd grown very good at receiving and dealing out his own damage. Michael even considered the scuffle as a beneficial. Reiterate...I gotta use that in some writing. He noted to himself. He regarded the two questions about if he was okay from the guy that had approached, and the pretty girl that he'd almost nearly run into also.


"Well, I am now." He said, answering their questions with a grin. His eyes were still on the girl.


He was about to continue on his way, but Michael knew he'd just run into some good folk. Like, he had literally run into them. He might as well introduce himself.


"I'm Michael." He said. There was an almost imperceptible pause before he said his last name, "Knowles."


Michael didn't expect any of them to have read, or even heard of his only novel. But he always carried a small hope whenever he introduced himself that his name would be familiar. It wasn't fame that Michael was after. But it definitely pleased him whenever he was actually recognized. His gaze swapped between the two large fellows and the girl, searching for any kind of recognition in their eyes.

 

[Teddy Squirts]

Elijah was about to answer Georgia, until someone was tossed into him. Everything happened so fast, Elijah wasn't able to keep his balance when the guy fell on him, and dropped to the floor. Helping the guy who was tossed up, Elijah dusted off his clothes and seen the snobby rich kids, laughing as they walked away. If it wasn't orientation, or the fact that he was there on scholarship. He couldn't afford messing up so early in the game. He seen the arrival of another male, and he was practically the same height as Elijah. Elijah looked back at the guy who he helped up. "I'm fine, my ass is a little sore, but I think I'll live." Trying to turn the sour mood a little more positive.


"Since we're introducing ourselves, I'm Elijah. The one who was steamrolled. Is that normal in this type of school? You would with so much money those guys could afford some manners." Fixing his shirt, he smiled gently as he laughed a bit. "Did you say your name is Michael Knowles? The name sounds a bit familiar." Elijah felt like he's heard or seen that name before, but he wasn't going to let it stay on his mind. "So what are you guys majoring in? I'm majoring in writing, with a minor in art." Explaining his major was kind of awkward, because he usually would get asked what kind of job he would be looking for.


That's when Elijah heard his phone go off, it looked like one of those major group texts. There was a time, description, and location. This had to be an invitation to a party. He wondered if anyone else got one too, or if maybe it was a prank. Checking the sender, he wasn't quiet sure who it came from since there were so many contacts on the sent list.

 

[PixieDust]

Georgia Wells

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Georgia was glad she could relax again now that everything had calmed down. She looked between the three guys wanting to laugh at her own luck. It wasn't every day that she even had one guy's attention even if it was just friendly conversation. When Michael introduced himself, she vaguely recalled something about a book that was well received by critics, something about apples, but she didn't want to sound stupid by voicing her thoughts.


So Writing was Elijah's major. She thought that was cool. She was a decent writer but was never gifted enough to make a profession of it. She was far better at pouring her heart and soul into a song or a role than onto a page.


"I'm Georgia Wells. Some people call me Orwell...it's kind of a lame joke," she grimaced a little. She was actually rather fond of the weird nickname. "Anyway, I major in theatre with a minor in literature." She smiled and ran a hand through her hair, vaguely nervous.

 

[Knowles]

More people milled past their little group. Michael caught faint mutterings about a huge party. It sounded like there was going to be a Beverly Hills Bash. Michael considered it. It didn't matter to him if he went to a huge Hollywood party, or back home to his typewriter. Either option involved liberal amounts of alcohol. Michael dodged Elijah's question about his name by nodding his approval when Elijah mentioned his major. He also couldn't help but crack a grin when Georgia mentioned the pun about her name and George Orwell. Michael's hair fell back over his face. God, he would kill for a hairband.


As he shoved back his mane again, he gave them his major and minor. "Creative writing, and literature."


Already Michael found himself analyzing each of the three people, creating imaginary backgrounds for them, or giving them fictional futures. Elijah he could see as a priest of some sort, as he gave off a very calm, zen-like vibe. Jordan could be imagined as a cop, no wait, he's totally skating in a park. Georgia was the hardest. Michael thought she might make a good dance teacher, but his thoughts kept instead drifting to an image of her laying down somewhere beside him, guitars in both of their hands.


It was actually a struggle for Michael bring himself back to what was going on. He absentmindedly let his hand fall to his back pocket, where he felt the familiar weight of a small bottle of Jim Beam. Most people found that alcohol made them lose focus. Michael was the opposite. His mind, always overactive, drifted without course when sober. He needed the buzz to dull down his aimless thoughts before he could have peace of mind. Recovered from his momentary lapse, Michael continued. "But I figure if I don't make some real mulah after graduation, I'll just bite the bullet. This scholarship barely covers shit-all."

 

[. D O V E]

George Sebastian Willpowers

The speech was finally finished, George felt like he wasted his precious time inside that horrendous room with the "poor people". Why should he even be in the same room as them anyways? As the boring program on the auditorium finally finished(George doesn't have any idea what the person speaking in front said since he was just dozing off and managing his Twitter account), George made his way outside and hoped that he'd bump into some royalties like him here and maybe they can chat around and look down at these lower class nobodies together. He decided that he'd just skip class and head home, hopefully read some good novels. But his plan was soon forfeited the moment he saw Haley looking around as if she's searching for somebody. Cheekily, George thought that it was him she's looking for and the vain guy waltzed towards Haley's back.

"Hi, Sunshine. Looking for someone?" he uttered hoping to surprise her, his hands rested on the fellow trust-fund baby's shoulder from behind. He withdrew his hands just a few moments after he chuckled and pulled his iPhone out, he checked his message and realized that Haley sent him and the others(rich) a party invitation. He glanced up from his phone to the blonde girl and smirked, "Well, well....no poor people allowed huh?" George began as he slipped his phone back in his pocket. "Bunch of nobody-wannabes thinking that they're on the same level as us, unbelievable." George cringed in utter distaste just before he made a groan. "Hey, why don't we throw a party for them too?" he suggested slowly as his voice was filled with malice and mischief.​

@IITheTypistII

 

[sunshine and whiskey]

Hayden eyes gleamed towards Seb as he approached her and called her sunshine. Of course, like any girl would, she turned her head away from him with a smile and a slight blush came over her cheeks as she nodded her head in agreement with him. "I know right like go back to Alabama or whatever you're from in the South." She commented while looking at every poor person walking by with complete disgust. She then looked up at Seb and smiled. "Oh, yes, I am throwing a party tonight but maybe we should invite the poor people, hm?" A slight smirk came over her lips as she eyed him now, tapping her chin with her index finger.


"You know what, great minds think alike." Hayden chuckled while walking away from him, opening up her car door and staring at him. "I expect to see you at the party, yes?" Hayden didn't even bother to wait for an answer as she slipped into her car and started up the engine then drove off after waving George goodbye. He was sure something to look at and Hayden couldn't really deny her feelings for him but she was too scared and nervous to tell him.


She pulled up into her driveway and stopped the car, getting out of it and walking into her home. "Hey there, Chives." She hugged her butler as he hugged her back. "How was first day?" He asked her as she shook her head. "Poor people are attending to our school. My school. I do not even want to talk about it." Hayden spoke while making her way up to her room and closed the door shut. Her party wasn't until that night but she already started digging through her closet, looking for an outfit.

 

[PixieDust]

Georgia Wells

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Georgia listened intently, glad to have met someone with the same minor as her. It would make the class a lot less awkward when it came to it. It was just as she was about to point this out to Michael that she heard a few students talking about a party tonight.


She wasn't sure a Beverley Hills style party was really her thing...in fact parties in general weren't her thing and she had already decided that the only time she would party would be the Vanity Fair after winning her first Oscar..then again, it was the best way to meet people. She supposed that particular condition could be crossed off the list.


"Hey did any of you guys hear those kids talking about a party tonight?" she asked the boys, looking between each of them. She hoped at least one of them would go, so she would already know someone. She doubted any of them would pass up the opportunity to meet their fellow classmates. It would be kind of stupid to do so.

 

[Zatanna]

Madisun




Madisun was completely blown off by George.


Yeah he was a complete asshole. Just what I thought.


She didn't let it bother her though. She dusted off her ego and took a seat somewhere else. She half way paid attention, half way on Tumblr. Once the speech or whatever was over, she grabbed her bag and walked through campus. It really was pretty. She finally made her way to her car and drove home.


She walked inside and shut her front door, dropping her purse by the door. She was invited to a party, and of course she would go. Madisun NEVER missed a party. She walked up stairs to her bedroom and saw the same guy from earlier in her bed.


"Get up. Don't you have a job or something!" she said shaking him. He groaned.


She walked into her closet and went through it. She picked the perfect outfit.



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Spoiler

She smiled looking at herself. Her dress was classy but cute. She giggled, sliding on her black heels. She looked over at the guy sleeping in her bed and sighed. She went downstairs and got her box of Vodka. It had 12 flavored vodkas. Fruit loops, Bubble gum, Watermelon, and so many more. She slowly carried the box to her car and put it in her back seat. She started her car, and turned on the GPS on her phone.





She drove to Haydens house, and knocked on the front door. She was pretty early, but she thought she could help set up or something.

 

[Teddy Squirts]

Elijah slightly raised his hand as Georgia asked about the invite. "Yeah, I heard about it too. It sounds like it might be fun, who knows how these rich kids party." He was more confident now about this party. Knowing that it wasn't a prank was great. He could already picture the fancy food, and the hot girls. That was one thing he didn't want to miss out on. Elijah could use a little bit of partying, especially from work.


"I think I might go, it sounds pretty chill. They could have live music, or mansions. Maybe I'm basing everything off the movies, but what about you guys? Are you guys in on going? Us scholarship kids have to stick together." He smiled gently towards the group. Thinking that since they know each other, well sort of. It could be a good opportunity to get to know each other.


Over Elijah's shoulder he noticed a really beautiful girl, with long flowing dark hair. It looked like she was leaving the building. She definitely looked like she was a model, or even an actress. He had to approach her, even talk to her, letting a pretty face like that go seemed wrong. He wasn't going to leave this new group of friends though.