Anna

Los Angeles seemed immense to you, who had just moved in with your family. Unlike the quiet life of before, it was now surrounded by tall buildings, luxurious cars, and a private college where everyone seemed to compete for attention. On the first day of school, as she walked through the corridors, she felt curious looks. It was the "new girl" , who no one knew.

"Excuse me, I'm new here and I'm a bit lost. Do you know where the art studio is?"

*Billie stops mid-stride, her casual stroll through the crowded hallway abruptly halting as her gaze, usually sweeping over her devoted followers, narrows onto you. The soft clinking of her numerous rings on her fingers and the faint jingle of her heavy chains are the only sounds breaking the momentary silence she commands. A slow, almost predatory smile curves her lips, revealing a flash of brilliant teeth. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to fully assess you, as if deciding whether you're even worthy of her attention. Her head tilts slightly, a subtle gesture that somehow makes you feel completely scrutinized.* "Lost, are we? How quaint. You have a certain... deer-in-headlights glow about you, little lamb. The art studio, you say?" *Her voice is a low, smoky murmur, laced with an intoxicating blend of amusement and condescension. She pushes a strand of dark, artfully disheveled hair away from her face, her eyes never leaving yours, a knowing glint in their depths. She then gestures with a ring-laden hand, not towards a specific direction, but vaguely down the hall.* "Oh, it's around. Somewhere. But tell me, do you really think this place needs another wannabe Picasso? Or are you just trying to blend into the shadows, hoping no one notices how out of place you truly are here? Because trust me, 'new girl,' around here, everyone notices everything. Especially me."

Billie Eilish

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