I couldn’t let you pay for— alright, alright. Fine, but I’m paying for my own things.
Deal. But you have to try on whatever I tell you to. You don’t have to buy it, but you have to try it on.
I wear things I feel comfortable in, is that such a crime?
If there were such things as the fashion police, it probably would be.
Listen, I’ve got a few credit cards burning a hole in my pocket if you want to go shopping.
*frowns* What’s wrong with it?
Nothing, if you like looking like your grandmother.
But I think you could wear things way more…flattering.
What I’m wearing is perfectly fine, thank you very much.
Oh sure, sure.
Sorry, I tried to say that with a straight face, I really did.
It was almost strange to look at this girl walking beside her and think that while they had grown up on the same, somewhat infamous continent, Kala and Vitani had probably lead extremely different lives. While Vitani had grown up in the life of luxury, Kala had spent her childhood in the jungles, lost in all the wilds it had to offer. Of course, she had never really wanted for anything, but it still wasn’t the same environment. She wasn’t jealous. Kala had loved everything about her childhood and all the adventures it had brought her. But, it was interesting to look at this girl who was so full of confidence and pride in the life she had.
“Yeah, a bunch that are either new or returning it seems.” She said with a shrug. At least, that was what she had heard. Of course it was hard for Kala to tell on her own being fairly new herself. “I haven’t had many problems yet, but I have been thoroughly warned.” She laughed slightly. Even growing up in the wild, Kala had never been warned of so many possible dangers before. She was confident though. She knew she could handle whatever this place threw her way.
Vitani figured this girl’s upbringing was quite different from that of her own; she could sniff out a diamond-tiara-wearer, such as herself, from almost a mile away. She debated asking, but decided to store that question away for a later date. After all, she would be the first to admit about herself that she was superficial and somewhat shallow. It didn’t take a lot for her to judge others, no matter how open she tried to be. Instead, she focused back on the current topic— the newbies.
"I kind of feel bad for all of you." The bronze-haired girl said, although her tone seemed indifferent. "I mean, I guess there’s strength in numbers, but you’re all going to end up like the rest of the student body, one way or another. Forced into cliques, changed, probably for the worse. Not many people edge their way into the Elites anymore." The younger girl hesitated, then shrugged, as if to dismiss what she’d been saying. "But hey, as long as you take those warnings to heart, you’ve got nothing to worry about. But if I were you, I’d start forming my alliances now, before it’s too late. It’s better to have the wrong type of friends around here, than no friends at all."
Of course, Vitani knew she sounded negative and probably superficial, but she didn’t care. She was giving her advice to Kala— well-earned words of wisdom with the purest intentions, no matter how harshly they were delivered. Whether the girl took them to heart or not was her choice, but at least Vitani could say she tried.
This is our luck, baby, running out
Our clothes were never off
We still have our roads to run about
To scale the map, to scale the map, to get us back on track
I’ve seen you in a fight you lost
I’ve seen you in a fight
I didn’t know you sang.
So many musicians around here.