Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2012 17:43:48 GMT -6
Date: [May 10th 2003]
Time: [2:00 PM]
I can't believe they didn't adore my idea! Those... those... peons! Unsophisticated losers! Don't they understand my keen knack for fashion?! Why, it would be simply dazzling! Captivating, even. Sure, even the boys would be dressed in drag, but that's just a plus! For me, anyways. Oh-hoho! I mean, I skimmed through that one comic or was it a magazine? It had boys dressed in girl's clothing, with makeup and for some strange reason, all the like, other girls were practically lusting after them! It's not my place to judge (it WAS extremely weird and a bit crass), or well... it should be, but maybe the show would make the other girls recognize my beautiful genius so they'd accept and love me as their queen!
I don't understand this country's tastes or characteristics but this COULD make me be noticed by a fashion guru or something! That's two achievements all in one task. I'm brilliant!
Avery Vanderbilt stood awkwardly as her cheeks lite up with a bright shade of rose, a reoccurring inconvenience. Moving a quick hand to her cheek, she attempted to shield it from view. Giving a quick side glance, she saw that a line of natives were waiting patiently behind her, although a few exhibited looks of irritation. She swung her head back forward and saw that a small gap had been formed in the line due to her focusing on her own conceited thoughts and leaving her body rather stationary. In any case, she had pulled herself up to fill the void space with a click of her black, heeled mary janes. She had been so involved with herself; she literally forgot she was waiting to order a latte from the cafe she had snuck away to from the preparations of the festival.
I mean, they DID seem completely against my idea! But you can’t show, like, gold to a commoner and expect him to know what it is, right? Wait, I don’t think that’s how that saying goes…
Just 40 minutes from then, the blonde attempted to cooperate (although cooperation to Avery was more like, shouting her demands and then tuning out any retaliation or criticism… because I mean, at least she’s not like, being rude or anything right?) with the other students of 2-D upon addressing the issue of having no ideas for the Founder’s Festival. Avery, in her usual intimidating, catty way of conducting herself, proposed a fashion show as their booth. All of Avery’s peers would be dressing up in opulent attire, including her. She however would be the one to host the show. Naturally, it drew problems and not just due to the way Avery introduced the idea to them. A good bit of classmates believed it wouldn’t sit well with the other students. Others pointed out that it didn’t really reflect what the festival was all about (which prompted Avery to brashly demand what the festival was about, as if she didn’t know in the first place… which of course wouldn’t be surprising).
The main concern was from the male students and was justified: as part of the show, the boy would have to dress up too… in female attire. After being met with much disapproval and condemnation, Avery claimed it would “be met with approval and adoring fans” because “that’s what you people are into, right? Like, the guys being girly and all.” Maybe with anyone else, this unmistakably fraudulent assumption could be tolerated, on account of naivety. As a result of it being Avery… it was seen as an insult, despite it being legitimate ignorance. Her callous, pompous tone with a hint of insincerity sealed this impression: Avery’s ignorance were insults and her insults were ignorance.
Only a few more people. Ugh, I wish they’d hurry up. I REALLY need some like, caffeine to bring me off this ugly, dead feeling. I mean, I DO have money, cashier! Come on, come on.
“Excuse me, young lady? You should move up. People are waiting patiently you know.”
The American slowly turned and expected to be met with someone her height, only to look down and discover the cold, hardened eyes of a senior woman. She peered up at the blonde with an expression that read “I don’t care who you are, other people matter too” completed with a stubborn, up-curled lip. As anticipated, this bothered Avery. Initially, several of the customers stared down at her while others looked on in mild interest which resulted in a flushed, discomforted Avery.
In a hasty effort to conceal her shame, she’d bring her hand up to her chest (flexing it elegantly), pull her blonde head back and give a loud, haughty laugh. It was high-pitched for added agitation and as the laugh came to a end, Avery flipped her locks over her shoulder and brushed a bang casually behind a pierced ear. The old woman meanwhile only raised an eyebrow at the flamboyant display. Others turned their interest into outright questioning and bewilderment at the girl’s guffawing. True to her habits, Avery lowered her torso and scrutinized the woman as her piercing eyes poured into the senior, in an attempt to intimidate her and get her to back off. The entire atmosphere of the café was incredibly stiff and awkward in conclusion to the clash of the two persistent women. Only the bubbling brew of coffee and the clinking sounds of cups against plates were audible above the quiet chatting and whispering.
Avery instantly cut the hushed air of the joint as soon as she parted her lips with her voice booming outward, the man working the counter answered with a priceless cringe.
"Many pardons, but, are you speaking to me? Because, in MY country, we didn’t rudely pressure others for our own selfish desires. ‘Respect your elders’? Well, I won’t show respect unless you show it to me first. After all, I do clearly deserve it. I am ordering you to not like, address me again while we are still in this line. Do I make myself clear?"
Blatantly rude and unintentionally hypocritical as ever, Avery straightened her posture up and gave the old woman a satisfied smirk. What she wasn’t aware of was the possibility of students nearby who might’ve overheard the “conversation”, as if that was even impossible. Word in Hikarizaka High traveled fast and reputations were hard to break of from.