What is this class you speak of? OPEN

[liz]

A scowl sat on a pale face as a certain Liz Calvert trudged down the hall. Joy, a hideous uniform, no social life, and bloody homework on top of it. Could this place get any worse? The girls weren't even all that attractive. And if they were, they'd probably be at her throat with a sharpened spoon or something like that. How charming.

The option of showing up to class was really unappealing. Why should she, practically a princess, have to sit in a room with a bunch of neanderthals who had no idea who they were dealing with? Hell, the fact that her father was in government would probably just make things worse. There was of course the option of skipping class...

[madisonsaunders]

Madison walked down the halls, heading back to her dorm. She was in no mood for class today, so she'd made some excuse up about cramps and the dump softie who taught her history class excused her. Seriously, she was sure the woman was easier to get around than a four year old. But Madison wouldn't complain, she had a free afternoon because of it. And she was definitely looking forward to it. She didn't mind when Rina was in the room so much, but hated being cooped up in there with the psycho girl they shared with. Madison was half convinced she was going to be murdered in her sleep by the freak.

She was hoping to waste some time and use the afternoon to do some writing back home, since she'd had limited computer time to write emails. It made her scrunch her nose in distaste, that she had to write letters the old fashioned way, not even sure if she knew anyone in New York's physical address, but it was better than nothing, and she'd take any connection to her old life she could get. As she walked through the hall, she went by a thin blonde girl, bumping her shoulder as she walked passed. Madison turned, her best Ii'm better than you' expression on her face as she sneered at the other student. “ Excuse you.” she scoffed, though it was her own fault, that was hardly the kind of thing Madison would admit.

[liz]

Liz was just contemplating what she'd do with her newly free afternoon when some rude heathen walked into her. She caught the others face as she turned to sneer. Some prissy looking brunette.

Liz scoffed. "Pardonez moi, but I do believe that you happen to be at fault." Of course, she made sure to put as much venom as she could into her already bitchy sounding voice. Sure this was probably a bad idea, given where they were, but Miss Calvert could certainly hold her own. She had a good few inches on this girl. "Now I expect a proper apology." She did her best to look intimidating. Hopefully it worked.

[madisonsaunders]

Madison had already been walking on when the other girl spoke. She turned back, a manicured eyebrow arched. God she longed to be back home, where a girl who used that kind of tone (though few dared) with Madison could expect to not only be shut out of any and all social events, but would be asking for a transfer to an out of state boarding school sooner rather than later. The thought gave her a warm feeling inside, though it was bittersweet, knowing she had nowhere near that kind of influence now. That being said, she was hardly going to be cowed by some pasty little English girl with too much eyeliner. Someone should really tell the girl it was hard to be intimidating at all with such a stupid posh accent.

She let out a little laugh “ You'll be waiting for awhile than sweetie. Good luck with that.” she said dismissively. She kept her superior tone, hoping she hadn't just picked at some psychotic who was going to bite her ear off and keep it in a jar under her pillow. You really never knew the people here.[/size]

[liz]

Oh no. Not a chance in hell. Did this girl know who she was dealing with? If she ever set foot in Britain she'd have known who she was speaking to.

Ok, she might have known once she heard the last name. But still.. No one talked to Elizabeth CAlvert like that. They most certainly did not call her sweetie.

Her dark blue eyes narrowed. "I don't think you realize who you're speaking to. When I ask for an apology, I get it. No matter who the other person is." There we go. Implied power. No need to name drop yet. Leave the money and tabloid pages out. Thatagirl.

Liz straighened her back, making the height difference a bit more pronounced. She could fight if she needed to.

[madisonsaunders]

Madison’s eyebrow arched further, oh what she wouldn’t give to be back in Manhattan. This little bleached blonde freak would have been reduced to social dog food just for glaring at Madison like that. And what was all this ‘you don’t know who you’re speaking too’ nonsense? If Madison Saunders didn’t know who you were, you were no one of consequence, it was that simple. Her nose scrunched delicately, she hated these stupid poor kids who knew nothing of their social betters. It grated on her last nerve that some nobody hoodlum in this school for psycho’s seemed to be implying that her connections, her ‘power’ would even come close to rivaling Madison’s. It was simply unacceptable, she hadn’t the slightest clue. Madison could with a phone call to her dad, have this little brat’s family tossed out of whatever hovel they lived in, have her parent’s medial and mediocre jobs made redundant, did she not get the concept? Money was influence, and influence meant power. As far as the Saunders family was concerned, they had both in abundance.

She squared her shoulders, her metaphorical claws out, forgetting where she was for a moment, and the constant worry she had that whoever she was speaking too was likely there for some heinous violent crime. Her own dark eyes narrowed at the girl and she let out a scoff. “ I clearly don’t know who I’m speaking too” she said in a mocking English accent. “Which would imply, you’re not really as big of a deal as you would think.” She said scathingly “ I’m not apologizing to the likes of you. So you’d best get used to disappointment hun, because I have a feeling this is just going to be the first in a long line of disappointments in your life. ”[/size]

[liz]

The likes of... Ugh! What a disrespectful little brat! What? Did she think she was better connected than Liz? Doubtful. She followed foreign politics. No one that ever looked possibly related to this girl showed up. No, she was probably just some prissy little bitch. And that fake accent. Terrible.

"I'll have you know," she slid into a rather exaggerated American accent, " that my father happens to be a very popular member of parliament. My uncle is a decorated general in the navy. Don't start with me. " She looked down her nose at this little upstart. What she wouldn't give to have her harem of tough looking boys back. Turns out one scrawny blonde wasn't too scary to people here.

[madisonsaunders]

Madison scoffed, a politician? Really? And a foreign one at that? Was that supposed to impress her? Madison couldn't give a crap about politicians, especially ones that weren't even from this damn country. Did this girl honestly think that gave her any clout stateside? She was in for a rude awakening then, this was the USA, money was the only real political influence, and no one would give a damn about her parliamentary daddy or war mongering uncle.

“ Wow. A foreign politician. I am super impressed. ” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “In case you failed to notice, you're in the US. Who freaking cares if your dad is a British politician. You aren't in England anymore sweetie, no one gives a shit if your dad has some clout across the pond..”

She smiled “ My dad is in real estate, and owns a nice chunk of downtown Manhattan, does lunch with Trump, and was one of the biggest private financial donors for the last republican presidential candidate. Politicians may look like they have the power, but the people with money are the ones controlling them. Capitalism is king around here. So frankly, I'll 'start with you' if I feel like it.”[/size]

[liz]

Liz rolled her eyes. If this girl talked anymore there was a chance they might get stuck. Wow, money. Was that supposed to be a big deal? Liz could play that game too. How did Madison think Mr. Calvert got elected? Fairly?

"Pity his business must be crashing then. Don't you know anything about your own economy? At least my family's cash is a bit more secure." She tossed a bit of blonde over her shoulder, rather amused. "May I point out that Daddy's in the house of Lords. We're titled. Unlike you, I'm sure." Silly girl probably doesn't know a thing about that though. Ah well, Liz was used to ignorance.

[madisonsaunders]

Madison raised an eyebrow, scoffing lightly, was this girl a complete idiot? Clearly she had no concept of real money, because anyone who did would know how little a shitty economy would effect the truly wealthy. “ I’d wager I know more about the economy than you do. Do you really think it matters how anything is tanking when you deal with the big guys? How about you go read about the Great Depression, when the economy tanks, it’s the little fish that are screwed over. ” she said dismissively.

The line about being in the house of lords caused yet another eye roll. God this girl was either deaf or just plain dumb. “ OK, let’s spell this out again for you. You are in America. A-M-E-R-I-C-A. No one gives a shit if you’re titled or not. If you want that to be a big deal, move back to England. Because here, all it means is there is a good chance you’re inbred and wear stupid hats. I really couldn’t give a shit if you’re fcuking Prince Harry in your spare time, you’re still nothing on this side of the ocean.” she shrugged. “ Any titles that mean anything here are the ones that you carve out yourself. So until you manage to do that, kindly eff off.”[/size]