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NAME: Bree Madison Brown
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 18, June 24th
HOMETOWN: Raleigh, North Carolina
SCHOOL YEAR: sophomore
MAJOR(S)/MINOR(S): major in Business, minor in Dance
CLUBS/SPORTS: cheerleading, social sorority, future lawyers of America
BACKSTORY: Bree Madison Brown was born the only child of two well known names in Raleigh – her father being the mayor of the town and her mother a successful lawyer. As such, she grew up surrounded by a rotating cast of nannies and caretakers, although her parents worked hard to give her everything she could have possibly needed. Or wanted, as the case may be, especially as she began to grow older and realized there may have been certain advantages to her situation. More than there were disadvantages, certainly. She was spoiled, plain and simple. Even if others called it what it was before then, Bree didn’t fully realize what it meant until she was in high school. Watching her peers around her get meaningless part-time jobs full of greasy food or (god forbid) physical labor, she simply relied on her parents and their all too eager willingness to substitute the time that they weren’t spending with her with cash.
Even so, growing up with two successful and powerful role models left certain impressions on Bree. Some of her earliest memories involved sitting on the floor of her mother’s study, listening to some monologue that she didn’t quite understand that was going to be used in her upcoming court case opening statements. It wasn’t the words that stuck with her, but the emotion behind it. The emphasis, the feeling that her mother was absolutely correct in her convictions. Passion, in its purest form. Soon enough Bree found herself acting out the same thing with her stuffed animals, pointing at one while she jabbered on about some sort of meaningless nonsense, the inflection in her voice scarily similar to her mother’s that seemed ingrained in her head.
That same drive, the competitiveness, and the eagerness to prove herself right led to a ruthless ambition in high school. Bree wasn’t afraid to step on anyone or push them out of her way on her goal to the top, head cheerleader a given by the time she was a senior. Popular? Sure. Well-liked? It depended on who you asked. She had quite the reputation, whether it was about her careless and driven attitude, or the nights she spent out (or more accurately, in) with what seemed like a different guy every week. She was bored easily, and commitment was something that had never appealed to her. Why settle for just one when you could have whatever you wanted? The absence of her parents made it all too easy to throw parties that were thought to be only rumors in the high school circuit, narrowly avoiding calls to the cops more often than not. And even if they did come around, with her father as the mayor there wasn’t much she couldn’t get away with. A sentiment that would continue to stick with her.
But there was a side of her that most didn’t know, even if cheerleading sometimes required dance routines and coordination in their quest for a national championship. Bree found herself staying up late most nights in the dance studio her father had built for her in middle school, her favorite place in the entire world even to this day. There was something freeing about letting herself go, the music moving her in ways that nothing else could even come close to. And she was damn good at it, that was for sure. She toyed with the idea of majoring in dance before realizing it would have left her with little options in the way of a career, instead choosing to follow in the footsteps of her mother – the goal to obtain law school admission by the time senior year rolled around. And sure, Mrs. Brown may have used some of her connections to get Bree in, but she was determined to do this herself. The way that she wanted.
Freshman year flew by in a series of parties that never seemed to end, only emphasized even more when she pledged a sorority and met people more similar to her than she ever had before. At first it was exciting, feeling like it really was a sisterhood that would be there for her no matter what. But then Bree found herself falling back into old habits, reinforced by other girls who did the same thing and demanded that she stick to her place at the bottom of the totem pole. For now. Sophomore year meant she would at least have some experience behind her, some leverage to maintain her climb forward, to the top. And while she’s used to being independent, not having to rely on anyone else for anything, sometimes she wonders just what she missed out on for all these years by not letting anyone in to know the real, entirely authentic, Bree Brown.
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