- - - BORN SUPERSTARS

[VERONICA ALLISON NIELSEN]

i'm on the right track

my mama told me when i was young we are all born superstars, she rolled my hair,

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; height: 300px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/1676ovc.jpgg);] Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. The heels of her boots could barely be heard by everyone else, but it was the only sound that Veronica was bothering to focus on. The clacking of her boots mixed in with the natural sounds of a mall: conversations, children, checkouts and what not. They could barely be made out between every other noise around the girl. For the most part she blended in with the rest of the teenagers that Castle’s mall was littered with. She was dressed like a normal teenager. Vintage dyed denim shorts, a vulgar tank top with a tube top under it, a few decorative pieces of jewelry, sunglasses and a pair of expensive cowboy boots. Nothing all that special, really. Not to an outsider at least. But there was something off about her. White hair, the palest skin you’d ever see. It was enough to warrant a few fleeting glances but she was used to those. It wasn’t every day that people saw someone with albinism. Stare if they like, hell, take a picture if they so pleased. As long as they weren’t interrupting her. In her eyes she was kind of a big deal so naturally people must think the same thing. She actually didn’t have a set goal in mind for this trip to the mall. With the school year over it was two more days until she could fly back to Washington to her family home. In the mean time she was staying in a hotel with nothing to really do. So for today she figured she’d wander the mall and maybe work at maxing out her father’s credit card. He would only care until she worked a little magic of batting her lashes and preying on her parents’ seeming image that she was some delicate insecure little flower. All she would have to do was whine about how unhappy with her appearance she was and suddenly buying an unnatural amount of clothing was quite all right. Veronica could very much get away with murder and her parents wouldn’t think twice. Oh wait, she had. Well then, that just proved how well she had them wrapped around her finger. An asthma attack, that’s all it had been. Yep. There was only one small shopping bag in her hand filled with a few new rings, two bracelets and a pair of shorts. That’s all for now. The selection wasn’t really in her tastes, but then again she was used to very expensive boutiques. A lot of this stuff looked a bit cheap, but what was she to expect from a place like Castles? Veronica’s opinion of the place was very low, and her opinion of her school was even lower. Taking her sweet time the girl made her way to get herself a smoothie, sipping away as she started heading toward a few more shops that might be more interesting. Only to have a six year old boy run past her, swinging his arms into her legs to shove her out of his way. Whatever it was he was saying to her was ignored while she shouted out a Danish profanity at him. Her smoothie was not all over her legs leaking downwards and threatening to get into her boots. “For fuck’s sake,” she thought out loud, about to make her way to the bathroom to clean off when she was faced with someone holding a handful of napkins.

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words: 575, outfit: here, tag: open, notes: hi please reply i'll love you forever,

baby i was born this way

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[AIDEN GRANT LITTLE]

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[VERONICA ALLISON NIELSEN]

i'm on the right track

my mama told me when i was young we are all born superstars, she rolled my hair,

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; height: 300px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/1676ovc.jpgg);] She hated people. She really did. She loathed them half of the time. Okay, more like eighty-five percent of the time. It wasn’t difficult to be such a strong misanthropist when people seemed to just hand her reasons to hate society and human kind as a whole. The looks he often got were reason enough, not to mention the people who occasionally tried to take inconspicuous photos of her with their mobile phones. That was not okay. If they asked, sure, but if they were going to try and sneak one Veronica sure as hell made it her goal to find them and make sure it got deleted. That shit was rude and did not sit well with her. People were just so selfish and unconscious of other people’s needs and emotions. Allowing their kids to run rampant through a very public mall was insensitive to the needs of everyone else in the mall. What if she had been disabled or elderly? What if she was still blind? Getting run into would potentially do a lot of harm. People were horrible. Each and every single one. Including herself, of course. Did she care at all about other humans? Certainly not. Veronica was beyond irritated at this point. She was irritated and covered in bubble tea. That shit was not cute. It was also a waste of a perfectly good bubble tea. And a waste of her parents’ money. If she didn’t get a free replacement bubble tea she wasn’t going to be a happy camper and would no doubt have to resort to using her power. It was easy to be greedy when the higher powers of the universe granted her the ability to own anything. Despite not being in the mood for chivalry she was keen to accept the help of the first person to approach her with napkins. Irish. She’d been to Ireland but only briefly and far too long ago to remember much of it. Denmark had always been her home. Denmark would always be her home. If her accent ever started to fade from being in America for too long she would probably throw a fit. She wasn’t quite sure which to respond to first: being called miss, him assuming she spilled it herself, or the lack of emphasis on how much bubble tea had been spilled. “Are you going to continue stating the obvious or are you going to be helpful?” Perhaps a bit more snarky than usual but she could simply shrug it off as the fact that bubble tea had been spilled all over her legs. She took the napkins with a bit of a sigh and started wiping herself off. “Thank you,”

[/color] she then said, speaking with a much softer and welcoming voice. Just because Veronica hated everyone didn’t mean she openly hated them. On the contrary, she was quite keen on having a small group of people who seemed to enjoy her presence. She could use the alibies and the fronts and the covers. She could use the opportunity to show that she wasn’t a complete and utter bitch. “I’m Veronica, by the way,”[/color] she introduced, giving a small bow of her head rather than shaking hands. Hers were kind of filled with napkins at the moment, still wiping bubble tea off of herself. “You go to AMG, right?”[/color] Generally when meeting kids her age in Castles it was safe to assume they went to the same school as herself.


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baby i was born this way

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