NOTE: This entry is part of my "Personification Series" where I personify the days of the week into people.
The queen of our high school.
Her perfectly glossy blonde hair and wrinkle-free skirt, glides down the hallway like she owns it. Everyone stops to look and steal a glance at her perfectly coordinated clothes, the mirage of a perfectly made up face, and her graceful, dance-like gait.
If one was lucky, they'd get a smile of perfectly perfect teeth framed in might have been lipstick or natural born beauty. If you were really fortunate, you'd get a wave and an inquisitive "How are you?" followed by plans involving her serene highness that night.
She seems infallible, goddess-like; the highlight of our mundane, high school lives.
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