soulpaths:

            “It’s the WORST, Heather.” Pristine and polished spoon swirls bouillabaisse around the ceramic bowl – a meticulously packed lunch from home that beat the cafeteria slop they served any day, and yet another sign of the girl’s WEALTH – in stark contrast to the majority of the student population. A sigh falls from her lips. “I don’t mean to sound like a pity party here, but SATURDAY DETENTION? It’s like a meeting of the LIFETIME LOSER CLUB – I’m going to die.”

@croquetqueen // starter call

 ^{_{“It’s not MY problem, Claire”  If Claire Standish is a princess, then Heather Chandler is her QUEEN. All those who were WORTHY of Queen Chandler’s court followed her without question; lest they be cast out of this exclusive society. Yet, her rule was a SELFISH one; for she cared nothing for the people of her fashionable court. “Oh, I’m sure it’ll be VERY. Rubbing elbows with LOSERS!” she laughs, taking a sip of Diet Coke through a red straw “You’re a regular Mother Teresa; helping a colony of MISFITS“}}