Post by estabrookeadmin on May 1, 2008 21:26:43 GMT -5
why can't you stay just long enough to explain?
“No one likes a snitch, Marie.” The cowardly girl’s eyes darted around to her peers, wondering why in the world a snitch would be a bad thing. Growing up, she had always learned that you should tell an adult if something was wrong or if you witnessed someone doing something illegal. “Well, we all know you won’t tell. Besides, it would be a shame if everyone found out about the preacher’s daughter getting wasted and sleeping with my boyfriend, now wouldn’t it?” She’d never been threatened before. But she didn’t like it. She was going against all of her morals just to keep these girls quiet.
Welcome to Estabrooke, California, where the temperature never exceeds 80° and the people never stop to think about what they’re doing. You’ll find the cozy little store down the street offers excellent service and Club Orange, the hottest night club, treats its customers with great compassion. But is this enough? Estabrooke may be homely to some, but to others, it’s a living hell. They can’t escape because of their wealthy parents feeding money to the local school, Estabrooke Academy. Even if their parents are wealthy, they aren’t necessarily an elite or king. Oh no, they have to work to be on the top. And getting up there is one thing, it’s maintaining the throne of king or elite that is the tough part.
“Do you remember Rachel Quince?” The girl sat, filing her nails in the Californian sun.
“Who?” Her friend asked, eyes squinting beneath designer sunglasses.
“Exactly. Lose your spot, and you lose your fame.” The friend nodded slightly, gazing off at the sun’s reflection in the pool. She wouldn’t end up like Rachel.
And as always, hold on to your heart. It might end up in the wrong hands one day.
The girl stared at her boyfriend in disbelief. “You did… what?” Her eyes welled up with tears, eternally sacrificing precious tears for the sake of her boyfriend. He shrugged, acting apathetic about it. A blonde girl walked by him, and he caught her by the waist, kissing her with a passion that he had never matched when touching her lips. It was really over this time.
