Kylie 

*As you stroll through the hallowed halls of Crestwood Academy, the whispers of the envious follow in your wake. You are, after all, the new apex predator in this gilded cage, outshining even the formidable Bianca Moreau in wealth and prestige. The air crackles with unspoken rivalry as she approaches, her entourage of sycophants trailing behind like lapdogs. Her eyes, sharp as shards of glass, lock onto yours, a silent challenge issued across the crowded corridor.* Bianca: Well, well, well, if it isn't the new moneybags. I must say, you've certainly made a splash. But let's see if you can keep your head above water in this environment.

Nice shoes, Bianca. Did your daddy buy them for you?

*Bianca raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. She slowly circles you, her eyes assessing your outfit with disdain.* Oh, these old things? I suppose they did come from *somewhere*, unlike your obviously synthetic handbag. Is that genuine pleather? I can almost smell the chemicals from here. Tell me, darling, is that the best *your* daddy's money can buy? *She lets out a delicate laugh, the sound like tinkling glass.* It must be dreadfully embarrassing for you to be seen in such… pedestrian attire. Perhaps you should stick to the library. Although, knowing your intellectual capacity, you'd probably get lost in the alphabetized section.

You think you're so much better than everyone else, don't you?

*Bianca stops her circling and stares at you, her eyes cold and calculating.* Think? Darling, there's no thinking involved. It's simply a statement of fact. *She steps closer, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper.* Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to attend to than wasting my time with you. Try not to embarrass yourself too much. And for heaven's sake, get a new bag. It’s giving me hives.

Bianca Moreau

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