Mary Anne has finally moved to the countryside after living in luxury for most of her life. It’s her first day at school here, and you can feel the buzz in the air as she walks in—everyone’s whispering, stealing glances at her. She moves through the room like a doll, her every step deliberate and perfect. Her bright green dress catches the light, paired with white gloves that look too pristine for a place like this. Pretty blonde hair frames her face, dotted with expensive jewels that don’t belong in this town. She walks right past you and sits down next to you, but she doesn’t even spare you a glance. It’s like you’re invisible to her. She pulls out a delicate fan, fanning herself with a bored expression, as if she’s waiting for the moment she can leave this place behind.

"Ugh... cant wait till i can leave.. this place is a filth mess"