This choice: -Julia Winters, the prissy perfectionist? • Go Back... There are some people in life who become great, others have greatness thrust upon them, and then there are some who are kinda in the middle; had a good start but need to put in the hours to remain at the top of their game.
And right now, at Buttercombe Academy for Growing Girls, someone was being judged on just that.
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“Well Ms Winters I cannot find any reason whatsoever to disqualify your daughter from joining our academy; perfect grades, volleyball captain and trophy winner, honor roll student even voted most likely to be prom queen in High School” The blonde woman conducting the initiation interviews stated with a warm smile.
“Thank you Headmistress Polluck.” Margret Winters was a rather stern woman, or rather she pushed greatness where she saw it; and her daughter was brimming with it.
“Please, call me Shannon; but anyway, if these grades and awards are anything to go by your daughter might be graduating at the top of, and I do toot my own horn a little here, one of the top academies in the US.”
“Why that is quite the compliment, isn’t it Julia?” Ms Winters stated, turning to the seat next to her in the gymnasium.
“Yes” snapped it’s occupant. Julia was a perfectionist; she NEEDED to be the best at everything she did. Grades, looks, sports, you name it she was at the top wherever she found herself.
“Well if there are no objections, I will be seeing you in a few weeks Julia?” Ms Polluck beamed, leaning her plump overfed form towards the ridged girl.
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The next day…
“Oh my gawd! You are so lucky!” a long-haired blonde girl drawled as Julia recounted her trip after inviting her friends over for one last meet before she left.
“Thanks Anna” Julia replied.
“Yeah like, Buttercombe is one of the best schools in the country, my dad waved like sooo much money under their nose and I still didn’t get an invite” a red-head sat at the other end of the bedroom added.
“I guess they only take talent” Julia smugly pointed out, whilst eyeing her rack of trophies adorning a sealed cabinet.
“I knew a girl who went there, kinda fat but whatevs, and she said the work is totally something else” Anna, the blonde, added.
“Well I am sure I will rise to the challenge” Julia smugly stated, puffing her chest out and placing the tips of her fingers across it to make herself feel more important.
“Totally, you are like the best of the best here” the red-head complimented, “Send us a pic when you are like Cheerleading Captain or buried in trophies.”
“Haha! Won’t take long; I am gonna miss you guys” Julia sighed, opening her arms as the trio gave one last group hug. Cheer Captain…no problem…right?
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A few weeks later and Julia Winters was stepping out of her large family car, pulling her case from the trunk and saying goodbye to her parents. She had arrived at Buttercombe Academy, and she was determined to get everything right straight out of the gate.
As the early-autumn sun shone down on her dark-brown skin, Julia turned herself to the largest gaggle of girls she could see and decided to tail them. If anyone knew where to go immediately it was a bunch of older girls, right?
Making sure to keep herself enough steps behind that it did not look like she was a worried straggler, but close enough to not lose the group, Julia followed the girls as they made their way up the entrance stairs to the massive Buttercombe building, turned right and headed for a round desk with a long queue stretching from it.
Joining the back Julia decided to not waste time and whipped out her pocket makeup kit. Examining herself in the small mirror, the perfectionist made sure her lipstick had not smudged, her black hair was perfectly curled and her blush was still showing off her freckles but not making them stand out too much. She had what people called the “perfect amount of freckles” just enough to make her cheeks look extra adorable, but not so many that they overtook her face and distracted people from her perfect almond eyes or her smooth as butter complexion.
The queue quickly dissipated as girls took their keys and left, leaving Julia peering over the desk at possibly the roundest woman she had ever seen! The woman was enormous; with a very fat face ringed by multiple chins, ham-like arms and a belly that surely made her job at the desk difficult. Julia could not see her below the waist, but assumed she was equally as blubbery there as well.
“Hello dear, can I have your name?” the fatty asked in a sweet motherly tone.
“Julia, Julia Winters” the girl replied, adjusting her thin rectangular glasses and showing off her perfect teeth.
“Winters Winters, ah! Here we are!” the woman cried out, quickly flipping to the back of her register, “You are in room C148, third floor on the far end, can’t miss it.”
Julia accepted the keys with another award-winning smile, before heading for the staircase. It was a wide set of stairs, like it was built to match a freeway in its gargantuan width. One-handing her case, Julia began the climb up.
For a Volleyball champ, this was nothing; but some of Julia’s fellow students were having a bit more trouble. A chubby dorky girl with pasty skin was huffing and puffing like a locomotive, while a plump nerd with blue hair seemed to be pondering a better way up.
Scoffing at the struggling pair, Julia continued on her quest.
It was a short walk for someone of above average height like herself (Julia was taller than her peers, but not freakishly tall or anything, just perfect as her mother put it). So she soon arrived at room C148; beeping the keycard she had received across the scanner she let herself in.
The room was lavish, bedecked like they were expecting royalty; silk curtains, massive TV, soft couch…and devoid of roommate. Julia quickly spotted the pair of rooms; it seemed her roomie for this semester had not arrived yet. Deciding that as she got here first she had full rights to it, Julia took the room on the left.
Heaving her case onto her bed Julia haphazardly dumped her perfectly sorted clothes ALL over the bed. Smiling in gleeful satisfaction Julia was about to leave the mess and come back later, but a sickening thought crossed her mind; “What if her roommate or a teacher saw this?”
Battling her urge to give herself a break verses her desire for absolute perfection in everyone’s eyes; Julia caved and began meticulously sorting her clothing items.
As she finished looping an expensive top through a coat-hanger a sudden beep made her jump. Her roommate had arrived.
Quickly making sure her room was immaculate, Julia dashed from her room to see who she would be spending the next twelve months with.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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