Till the world Ends [Kaya]

[Clarissa Violetta George]

Rissa had always been spoiled rotten, her daddy was a very higher up in the military and she was a daddy's girl. She always got everything she wanted, and still to this day she does. Her father had just sent her the monthly check so it was time to go shopping. She woke up this morning at 10:00am, school still hadn't started yet so there was really no reason to wake up earlier than that. The prissy blonde got up and jumped in the shower and started to get ready, of course it usually took around two hours for this girl to get ready for the day because she was so obsessed with how she looked. She needed to always be the center of attention of course, therefore she needed to look better than every other girl in the room.


When she got out of the shower she dried off and then wrapped her pink Victoria secret's robe around herself. She put some music on by pressing play on her ihome, a Britney spears song came on. She looked at her phone and went through her contacts, finding the K's and scrolling down to 'Kaya'. This girl was Clarissa's new little friend, she saw a lot of potential in the girl. She was young that was for sure, but they did have a lot in common. Clarissa had plan on taking the young girl under her wing, like the little sister she actually wanted, unlike Annabelle who was annoying and wanted everything she had. No this was going to be different, she was going to teach Kaya how to be a classy manipulative bitch like she was. She felt that they would soon start a fabulous friendship. She created a new text, "Meet me at the Mall in an hour honeybee? <3 " She sent it while smiling down at her phone.

She blow dried and curled her hair and put her make-up on, having sexy smoky eyes like always. Finally she was ready to get dressed, she put on a sexy black dress with some matching heels, she grabbed her clutch with all her credit cards in it and left her house. She got into her almost brand new Mercedes Benz and drove over to the mall. It took her a little while to find a parking space, since the mall was always crowded. She got out of her car and walked up to the mall, her heels clicking the whole way there. She looked around for Kaya, she wasn't seeing her just yet, she looked down at her phone, hopefully she wouldn't flake.

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[kaya keture]

Dear Diary,
Not a day goes by that I don't think about her. Of course I have no real way of knowing that it was in fact a she, but something just tells me that it was a girl. Maybe that's just wishful thinking on my part or mat...

The tip of my pen froze in mid stroke as my cellphone chirped from across the room. I had come to recognize that sound as that of an incoming text message, but what I was a little baffled about was who would be texting me in the morning? The company that I kept were certainly not known for punctuality or as being early risers for that matter. Intrigued, I laid my pen down in the diary and arose from the bed. Shuffling over to my desk, I retrieved the small electronic device and with my finger slid the screen upward to reveal the text.

Much to my surprise the text message was from none other than Clarissa Stewart. Thus far my acquaintance with the older girl had been brief. There was still so much that I didn't know about the blond, but of course I suppose that she could easily say the same about me and yet she still took the time to invite me along on her excursion to the mall. I suppose that when it came right down to it I knew all that I truly needed to know. She was pretty, rich, and I suspected well connected, which are all traits that I seek in a potential friend. A girl has to have her standards after all.

Glancing at the clock, I realized that I only had roughly about 45 mins. Which I am sure that for an average girl whose mind was set on merely making herself presentable for the viewing public was an ample amount of time, however I was anything but average and therefore knew that the hour she had requested simply wasn't sufficient. Still...I would make the effort to arrive in the timeframe. Dropping the phone back on the desk, I rushed towards the bathroom which was thankfully unoccupied. There was something unnatural about having to share a bathroom with another person.

Surely, my dorm assignment was another manifestation of my parents' sick sense of humor. Luckily, the girl who I shared this space with was a mousy little redhead who was practically frightened of her own shadow which made getting my way much easier. It seemed my roommate was something of an early riser hence she was already out and about. Armed with this knowledge, I opted to take a bit of extra time in the shower, allowing the water to massage my shoulders and back until my skin began to wrinkle. Certain that my bathing had taken up more time than it should have, I opted to leave my hair still slightly damp.

It might not have been the most glamorous style that I could have chosen, but I liked the way that my hair formed ringlets when it was wet. Finding something to wear was relatively easy as I had taken my shower time to mentally note all the clothes in my closet so that by the time I exited the shower I already knew what I wanted to put on. As I stepped into my outfit, my mind had already begun to sort out what direction I wanted to go in with my makeup. Heavy eye makeup seemed a bit too dramatic for this time of morning thus I settled for dusting my eyelids with a shimmery navy shadow followed by a soft black liner.

Although I had been blessed with naturally thick and curly lashes, I could never resist the urge to draw more attention to what I'd always considered to be my feature by pulling my lashes out with voluminous mascara. Rubbing a bit of bronzer into my cheeks, I then turned my attention to my lips which I decided to leave nude applying a clear gloss with just a hint of rose in it. Talking my parents into allowing me to bring my Mitsubishi Ecplise Spyder to school with me hadn't been an easy task, but in the end my ability to pout, whine, and argue logically won out.

It wasn't until I pulled into a parking space that I realized she hadn't told me where to meet her. Frowning, I shut the car's engine off and unlocked the door. Grabbing my purse and slinging it over my shoulder I gave the door a little shove and headed towards the entrance, setting the alarm on the vehicle with my keyless entry chain. As I approached my eyes swept the area before resting on the exact head of blond hair I was seeking. With a smile I made a beeline for Clarissa.

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[Clarissa Violetta George]

When Rissa finally saw the young, Tan Kaya Keture she smiled a bit and waved as the girl approached. She knew that this one had a lot of potential to become somebody, like she was. Clarissa liked to look good and would only surround herself with good looking people, and people who were up to her standards. So to her, she was giving this young girl a once in a life time chance to get in with the in crowd. She would teach Kaya all the tricks, how to be a fake ass bitch but still loved by many, how to get anything she wants from men by using her good looks. Yes this was the start of a beautiful friendship.

The curvy blonde embraced her new friend with a hug, then kissed both of her cheeks. "How are you darling? Glad you could make it." She said with a sparkling smile. Clarissa had tons of money so this would probably turn into a full blown shopping spree, she might even blow some money on Kaya to win her over. She wouldn't want her to go to someone else, especially that ugly snob, Skye, or whatever her name was. She had heard she was hanging around Mason kind of often and Clarissa didn't like that one bit. Mason George was HERS and she would do anything in her power to make sure she got him and anything else she wanted.

"Shall we go inside love?" She asked with another smile. "I really need new clothes since school is starting up." She said as she opened the door to the nice air conditioned mall, and let Kaya in first. She really actually didn't need anymore clothes, she had plenty of brand new clothes in her closet that she hasn't even worn yet, with the tags still on them even. But she loved shopping, it was like an addiction to her.

[kaya keture]

I had always been told that college was an entirely different setting than high school and I have to admit that I honestly didn't lend much credence to the sentiment, but now after having spent a few weeks here I'd sad to say that the statement does carry with it a grain of truth. Not to toot my own horn, but in high school I was something of a big shot. I knew everyone from the underclassmen to the upperclassmen and they knew me. I was never without a party to attend, a friend to call, or a boy to date. However, since stepping foot on the King Protea campus, I was forced to admit at least inwardly that I was completely out of my element.

I didn't know anyone here at first, and the loneliness was quite overwhelming. Clarissa was the first one to reach out to me and I'll have to be honest in saying that I still don't quite understand why, but I am grateful, I suppose. I'm not sure when I became so paranoid about others' intentions towards me, but it was a trait that I was certainly trying to overcome. Admittedly, I didn't have much in the way of competition in high school and was easily the most attractive girl there, but the girls here were on a much higher level of beauty than I had contended with in the past.

If I wanted to stand out then I would truly have to step up my game, the problem was that I wasn't sure just how to do that. As much as I despised having to turn to anyone for help it honestly was beginning to seem as if I was left with much of a choice in the matter. Much as I expected, after moving out of my parents' home, my relationship with my parental units improved tremendously. I hadn't received her monthly stipend from them, however the limits on my credit cards had been raised.

It hadn't been difficult to convince my mother to persuade my father to do so at all. All I really had to do was appeal to her sense of vanity. If I made a poor impression by not being dressed nicely or not fitting in then it would reflect negatively on her and of course she couldn't have that. Really sometimes my mother was do predictable and getting what I wanted from her was starting to become too easy. As Clarissa extended her arms towards me I didn't hesitate to accept the hug that she offered good naturedly along with the cheeks on my kiss.

The smile I offered her in return was not only dazzling, but genuine as I replied "It's still a little too early to tell how I am at the moment. I'm not at all used to being up at this time of day, so I'll have to answer that when I wake up fully. You look fabulous as usual. I appreciate you inviting me. If you hadn't I'm sure that I would have been terribly bored since I had no other plan for today." I nodded eagerly as she asked if we should go inside, my excitement at buying something new beginning to take shape. I was curious to see how the people in San Fran dressed and how different it was from the styles I was accustomed to wearing. I mean....when in Rome, right?

My eyes sparkled with merriment as I continued "I know exactly what you mean. For me starting school in a new city, a new wardrobe is a necessity. Where would you like to go first? I'm not familiar with the layout of this mall, so it's by your lead."

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[santa claus]

To: Clarissa Stewart
From: Bella Rocha

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An evil and insincere friend and evil friend is to be feared more than a wild beast, a wild beast will wound your body but an evil friend will wound your mind. Watch the company you keep darling. Love ya.[/blockquote][/blockquote]