[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]Suffice to say that the public school system is not meant for Imperia. Well, it's not for anyone with a near perfect memory and a higher intelligence than many of the teachers. For many years, the teenager's parents enrolled her in private school after private school, enriching her brain with knowledge that is generally inaccessible to the average child. By the time the girl was ready to enter high school, she spoke four languages and knew more about, well, most anything than everyone else. History, in particular. While her academics flourished, Imperia only ever dreamed of attending a school with more than 100 students in the entire institution. She wanted the real high school experience. Dealing with entitled, snobby rich kids gets exhausting after a while, and she definitely romanticized idea of a public school.
After months of arguing, Peri managed to convince her parents to allow her to attend public school on the condition that she work with private tutors four days out of the week and she participate in student council. It is now senior year and she is easily at the top of her class, though she certainly does not behave like it. The classes are very easy compared to what she is used to, but it is quite fun.
With only months until graduation, Peri is already thinking about her future. Her parents want Oxford or Harvard or a number of other Ivy League schools, but she is unsure of what she wants. As far as she is concerned, she can get into any college she applies to, so choosing one is currently not on the top of her priority list. Slender fingers brush back her long, wavy raven tresses as she walks down the hall, a leather messenger bag slung over her shoulder and a friendly smile tugging at the corners of soft pink lips. Her parents might be unfathomably rich, but Imperia dresses in a plain, yet fashionable manner. Simple sun dresses and well-fitting crop tops and jeans consist of most of her wardrobe. Today she is wearing a youthful pink fit and flare dress with a subtle rose pattern.
Although Peri is student body president, she is still quite shy and tends to keep to herself unless she is in a professional setting. Which is why she cannot bring herself to do more than offer an awkward smile to Moon as she passes him and his companion on her way to her locker. She's had a crush on him for many years now, but she has always been too timid to say anything. Pale silver eyes flicker over in his direction as she opens her locker to retrieve her books for her first class of the day, but she still cannot bring herself to say hello. But those bruises...her brow furrows in concern.
After months of arguing, Peri managed to convince her parents to allow her to attend public school on the condition that she work with private tutors four days out of the week and she participate in student council. It is now senior year and she is easily at the top of her class, though she certainly does not behave like it. The classes are very easy compared to what she is used to, but it is quite fun.
With only months until graduation, Peri is already thinking about her future. Her parents want Oxford or Harvard or a number of other Ivy League schools, but she is unsure of what she wants. As far as she is concerned, she can get into any college she applies to, so choosing one is currently not on the top of her priority list. Slender fingers brush back her long, wavy raven tresses as she walks down the hall, a leather messenger bag slung over her shoulder and a friendly smile tugging at the corners of soft pink lips. Her parents might be unfathomably rich, but Imperia dresses in a plain, yet fashionable manner. Simple sun dresses and well-fitting crop tops and jeans consist of most of her wardrobe. Today she is wearing a youthful pink fit and flare dress with a subtle rose pattern.
Although Peri is student body president, she is still quite shy and tends to keep to herself unless she is in a professional setting. Which is why she cannot bring herself to do more than offer an awkward smile to Moon as she passes him and his companion on her way to her locker. She's had a crush on him for many years now, but she has always been too timid to say anything. Pale silver eyes flicker over in his direction as she opens her locker to retrieve her books for her first class of the day, but she still cannot bring herself to say hello. But those bruises...her brow furrows in concern.