━━━━ 》 ♔ : finalgore / emma duval .
high school is a social hierarchy. those who are lucky get a place at the very top, privileged with the power and advantage of popularity. the unlucky ones fall at the bottom of the caste system, either cruelly teased by others or suffering a worst fate by being a nobody. she used to reside in the latter. thankfully, she hadn’t been entirely alone and had been accompanied by her faithful childhood best friend from kindergarten up until the changing tides of freshman year. teen legend states that life shifts and upturns upon starting high school and entering a whole new world. deep down, she had always hoped that that would be true for her. she loved audrey with all of her heart but there was always something lingering within her that longed for the prestige and status of girls like nina patterson. the role of the queen bee was never something she personally yearned for. in all honesty, she was perfectly content being a follower. absolute power was never her desire. eventually, her wish came true though she remains blissfully unaware of the true circumstances that permitted it.
will belmont was the school golden boy. while his partner in crime jake was more of the arrogant and sleazy type, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. his easygoing nature and smile could charm any pristine freshman girl. he approached her table one day at lunch, completely ignoring her rather sullen appearing companion and focused his attention entirely on her. much to her surprise, he asked her to attend his upcoming game. of course she said yes. she wasn’t even sure if she was physically attracted to him or had any feelings whatsoever towards the jock, but there was no way she was going to reject the most popular boy in their year. the overhaul of her life that she had been so desperately yearning for had arrived. in what seemed like no time at all, he asked her to be his girlfriend. by the end of the month, she lost her virginity to him. oddly enough, the act seemed to seal her entrance into george washington high school’s most elite group. soon enough they were inviting her to and taking her along to what were labelled the hottest parties in town. it felt as if it had all happened so fast but she was immensely overjoyed at how much things had changed. unfortunately, she lost her best friend in the process. audrey had been a victim of nina’s torment dating back all the way to elementary school and thus wanted no part in the group no matter how much she attempted to try to persuade her. they didn’t exactly want to hang out with her either. she wants to tell herself that it wasn’t her fault and that she hadn’t chose a new life over her old one, but deep down in her gut she knows the truth.
BROOKE MADDOX was a source of intrigue. she was admittedly the one emma knew the least of the girls, having been friends with riley since childhood and essentially recruited by nina. the mayor’s daughter was the second in command of it all, the right hand to the reigning queen. she sometimes finds herself wondering if the girl is a snake in the grass, waiting for the leader to fall so she can claw her way to the top. all in all, the blonde seems like a relatively decent person ( underneath the intimidating demeanor and mean streak. ) she seems like a loyal friend to have at least.
it was a friday evening consisting of endless possibilities and it was common sense that a party would be in occurrence that very evening, hosted by some senior. another benefit to being popular was being invited to the events of upperclassmen being liked and even admired by those who were older than them. it was planned to get ready at the maddox home beforehand, to indulge in the fantasy teenage girl ways of makeup and trying on each other’s clothes that she had always wondered about. she gets dropped off early after shooting her friend a quick text to let her know, at least an hour prior to the arrival of riley and nina. the life of a daughter with a single mother who had a rather demanding job occasionally put a dent in her social life and caused some minor annoyances. butterflies fluttered around within her stomach as the realization that she will be alone with brooke for an extended period of time comes to the forefront. nervous smile paints itself across rosebud lips as the door is opened, willing herself to stop the habit of picking at her nails in anxiety. ❝ hey brooke. sorry about this there was some type of fatal car accident on the highway and they needed my mom to come in as soon as possible. ❝
gypsophilia girl , how gracefully do you wear intemeration as a chain of verdure , crafted by candid hand to rest upon sun’s sheen ! how meticulously lissome limb folds into velveteen ruche , into bowing goldenrod S H O T from the stem / daughter of dulia , how earthly thew strains & relinquishes under sandal sole with smoldered recollections of diurnal deluge , ashes to ashes & day into day without so much as batting of bare lash . how your CROWN CLINGS , featherlight , to loosely woven strands with natural employment of clovered leaf over thorn ––––––––––––– – – – ‘ tis cause for both awe & envy [ when concealment of aculeiform latter burrow homes into ivory verglas & prick forth rivulets of cachaemic libation , hopes built upon alternatives are left void ] . there is some quieted halation that rings ‘ round boscage borne babes , a certain dew of dawn that gains STRIKING SINGULARITY upon satin skins ; summer child , plucked honeycomb melts at the tip of your tongue as it burns in the back of mine . in this clearing did vorant viscosity wander to meet its master , an art form reborn with silver R I N G of polished poniard against lips limned to dual label’s perfection : CANDIED & CALCULATED . timbrels soused in saccharin will drip at cut edges , serriform ridges cut to acutiator’s fulgor - stricken adoration ––––––––––––– – – – eden’s alpenglow pervades , amethyst eves adorning themselves with moribund dendrites in dim forelight of future’s past . you will hold breaths within lungs at the turning into brambled spinney & still stumble upon her T H O R N . as you nurse the wound , permit curses to betray your lips as you recall the dead ends of nights , the lupine key of hunger pangs / not one but all must uphold this rotted terrene , these fallen branches upon dulcorated blade . but worry not for your innocence ! as you have had a taste of ambrosia in arsenic’s absence , comportmental recreation ought to offer some gentler transformation . but , daisy daughter , have you yet ASCENDED from bottles’ bottoms to stride ‘ pon gilded balustrades ? have you breathed in sultry air of violet hours / have you embraced its numbing aphrodisiac ? o , wandering one , have you ever tasted reverence upon your tongue , corporeal & undeniable ? thus sounds virulent , girlish pealing through falsified fortifications , battlegrounds diaphanous & blind to approaching opposition . trade in ammunition for shot epistles , written in ichor of the seven sins : for one to learn , one must enter the colosseum –––––– –
enter the colosseum , & pause to behold PARADOXY in its finest form . from lacquered lacerations seep brilliance in shades of vehement denial , palliative capsules & keratin CRUSHED to unleash dead desire . a world for show forged from stone crumbles beneath the weight of lore / of legacy ; a blazing failure scribed in face of technicality gathers scrupled honor from passers - by & perscriptions . ❝ ––––––––––––– – – – em . hey . ❞ caryatid emerges , only half - draped by proxied palliament . [ she prefers not to be seen this way . ] ❝ don’t worry about it , you can come in . ❞ petals untouched twist , farding disclaimer ‘ cross comportment : i have been caught as the girl i mean not to be . ❝ but only if you promise to excuse the lack of . tonight’s outfit selection is still very much a work in progress . ❞
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