glamour.[3]

Emma Marie stared out of her penthouse’s window, waiting for the private jet to
land. In 2 hours, she would be on her way to Paris, to Glamitour Academy. GA was an elite school
for only the rich and fabulous. That, and smart-chic girls that had a GPA of 10.1. Emma had sent
in an application for it a year ago because, since she was a private school girl from the Upper East
Side, she had to get in the best highschool. Being 14 with a dad that has about a billion dollars,
had its good side. Emma took a look around at the home she had lived in forever. The brown suede
loveseat that she had heard her father talk about how he and his first wife, my mom, had met. The
Picasso my father bought for my mom that hung on the cream-colored walls. And the end table were
I decided I was going to be overly-succsesful. Emma straightened her gold Tiffany key necklace and
wiped a small, but emotional tear away. She wished she met her mother. Her mother was supposed to
be such a lively woman. Emilia Strauss was a beutiful lady and with her clear blue eyes, porcelain skin,
and blonde hair, Emma's father was struck. Emma prepared for the emotional impact of leaving.

And what about Handler?

Lauren Henderson looked out at the red Georgian dirt. Being in Georgia was never her choice, she wanted to live in
Paris, maybe Hawaii. Never mind that, at least she was in the state of Scarlett O'Hara. But living in Georgia and having olive
skin and dark brown hair wasn't exactly the best. Everyone looked at Lauren like she was an outsider, and some even crossed
to the other side to the street just to avoide her. Georgia was a stupid state. I mean, to judge someone just because they had
darker skin than you was wrong and stupid. Lauren shook the thought from her head. Tonight, she was going to have fun. Her
parents promised that if she got in to Glamitour Academy, the night before she left they would do something. And then she
got in. Lauren couldn't wait for the private plane to come down, and every prejudiced Georgian asshole could watch while her olive
skinned legs, clad in Mark Jacobs flats, step onto the plane.

Kat Dansfeild stretched her tan, Californian legs across the white sand of the beach. California
was the Golden State, and 100% of Kat's body was golden. The sun soaked into the clear water, making it beautiful
on the Santa Monica pier. Kat prayed to God everyday for letting her live in a place so lively and beautiful. The
beach house had always been the place for Kat to relax when she was stressed. And she was majorly stressed
right now. With getting into GA Academy, Kat had been breaking out for days. She had prepared to dump her beau
of 2 years, Kenneth, but she couldn't break his heart. Kenneth was a sweet boy, devoted but a crack head. And Kat
had been planning to dump his butt for a while. Getting into the academy was just a perfect excuse for it to be a little
easier. Kat, with her golden-brown hair, hazel eyes, and golden skin was a catch, but she didn't see it. All she saw was
an ugly snibbet of a monster girl that had too long eyelashes, ginourmous feet, and bed head twenty-four seven.
Kat had self-esteem, she believed she could do anything, but her parents had raised her to poh-poh peoples looks
and see them what they are inside.
Kenneth: u need 2 tell me something?ppl tell me you're dumping me

Kat prepared herself to say it the hard way, Kenneth was a big boy, he could take care of himself, he was cute enough,
he'd find himself a perky, cheerleader blonde in no time.

Kat: yes, I am. you are a big butthead and, Im leaving. have a happy life (: i wish the
best for you. bye bye.
Kenneth: wat? you ho, are u seeing someone else?

Kat thought he was just too immature.

Kat: good bye you pot head. im leaving for a elite school and im leaving you behind. sorry. ):

And with that, Kat shut her phone.