"Hi, you're so pretty," a little girl, who Amelie assumed was a junior, spoke up first, handing her a rose.
"And you're so sweet," Amelie replied, bending down to the girl's height. She accepted the rose with a warm smile. "Thank you so much, baby!"
"I did not actually believe you'd be enrolled in this school, when I saw your Insta post Amelia," another girl said, jumping up and down, her voice pitched with excitement.
Amelie adjusted her designer sunglasses and let out a light, melodic laugh. She flipped her perfectly styled hair over her shoulder and gave a dazzling smile. "Believe it, babe," she said, her tone dripping with effortless confidence. "I'm here to stay."
More students kept giving her attention, eagerly trying to speak with Amelie. She responded with practiced ease, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she held back a giggle. The scent of perfume and excitement filled the air, mingling with the faint hum of chatter. She knew these students were not much different from her, but their enthusiasm bordered on breaking the unspoken social rules of their elite status.
As she listened, the touch of cool marble beneath her feet grounded her, contrasting with the warmth of the crowd pressing in around her. Some proud students might call this a shameless act, a breach of the decorum their wealth usually imposed. She couldn't blame them, understanding that their money created an invisible barrier. Yet, she found their behavior endearing, the candidness of their excitement reminding her of how she would react meeting her own idol, forgetting all pretense and status.
But suddenly the students started making way for an unknown person. The rhythmic clinking of their heels echoed through the hall. Amelie, engrossed in conversation with a fan, didn't notice the person approaching until a pair of pink Prada heels entered her line of sight.
A moment later, she felt an icy liquid cascade over her head, the cold shock sending shivers down her spine. The sweet, sticky scent of caramel and coffee filled her nostrils as the substance dripped down her face and onto her designer outfit. Gasps erupted from the students around her, the sound bouncing off the walls and resonating throughout the hall.
Amelie's heart pounded in her chest as the reality of the situation set in. She blinked, the cold liquid stinging her eyes, and wiped her face with a shaky hand, fully aware of the humiliation that had just been thrust upon her.
...
Amelie stirred in her sleep, the persistent beeping of her alarm yanking her out of a dreamland. With her eyes barely open, she reached out to silence the alarm, her limbs still heavy with slumber. But in her half-asleep state, she lost her balance and tumbled out of bed, a sharp pain jolting her awake completely, her frustration bubbling to the surface.
"Ugh, yesterday's flight messed up my sleep schedule, and now this early wake-up call," she grumbled, her voice soft but tinged with irritation.
Struggling to sit up, Amelie eventually managed to cross her legs in a makeshift meditation pose, reciting her morning mantra, "Life's too short to be serious-sparkle, giggle, and glam every day." At first, she mumbled the words with disinterest, but soon her energy picked up, and she recited them with enthusiasm.
Finally on her feet, she darted to the bathroom, grabbing a fluffy pink towel along the way and her trusty bunny-themed brush. As she belted out the lyrics to "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper, she danced around while brushing her hair. Afterward, she selected her favorite bath bomb, set up the tub, and sank into the warm water, wiggling her toes in delight as she flipped through a fashion magazine.
When she was done with her bath, Amelie wrapped herself in her fluffy pink towel, still humming the tune of "Girls Just Want to Have Fun." She sauntered over to her king-sized wardrobe, a glamorous piece of furniture that could easily belong to a movie star. The wardrobe itself was a masterpiece: painted a pristine white with gold accents, it had intricate carvings and a full-length mirror embedded in the door. Inside, it was neatly organized with rows of pastel-colored dresses, designer shoes on display, and shelves lined with handbags that ranged from glittery clutches to elegant totes.
As she strolled, her fingers swiped through the hangers, each holding a piece more fabulous than the last. She finally found her perfect fit for her first day of school: a darling pink outfit that screamed cute and chic. The ensemble included a short, ruffled pink skirt with tiny silver hearts dotted throughout, paired with a soft, off-the-shoulder top in a matching shade of pink, adorned with delicate lace along the edges. To complete the look, she grabbed a pair of sparkly ballet flats and a small, glittery pink backpack, perfect for carrying her essentials while keeping the whole look cohesive and fashionable.
Before heading out of her room, Amelie immediately went to her mirror-a charming vintage piece framed with delicate, swirling white and gold patterns, its edges adorned with tiny, sparkling rhinestones that caught the light perfectly. The mirror stood on an ornate, matching vanity, where her collection of perfumes and jewelry was neatly arranged.
"There might not be any use for makeup today, but I still slay," she said confidently, applying a spritz of Chanel perfume. She placed on her to go Stylish glasses and blew a cheeky kiss at the mirror, then immediately dashed out of her room.
As she made her way to the living room, she paused at the top of the stairs and looked down to see her siblings and parents gathered around the dining table. Leaning on the rail, she called out with a playful grin, "Your queen's awake, people!" Then, with a burst of energy, she ran downstairs.
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"Isn't it too early, Amelie?" Julia asked, her voice groggy as she used her fork to push her food around on the plate. Her eyes, still heavy with sleep, barely focused on her sister.
Her junior sister was a petite, vivacious beauty, with short blonde hair framing her heart-shaped face. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and at 5'2", she possessed a graceful, slender frame. Though not as voluptuous as her older sister, she had an undeniable charm and youthful energy that captivated those around her.
"Please, I look too good this morning to be infected by you," Amelie retorted, flashing a mocking grin at Julia. She sashayed over to their father, bending to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Good morning, Papa," she greeted with an enchanting smile.
"Good morning, princess," he replied warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Her father was a "billenial" with an air of authority that commanded attention. Despite his imposing presence, it can be seen, he had a soft spot for his daughters, showering them with affection and indulging their every whim. Tall and impeccably dressed, with a neatly trimmed beard and piercing gaze, he exuded an aura of power and wealth. Julia let out a dramatic scoff responding to Amelie, Still Amelie ignored her, turning her attention to their mother, who was already beaming at her.
"Mama, how was your night?" Amelie asked, embracing her mother with a warm hug. Amelie's mother was a renowned actress, effortlessly elegant and graceful both on and off the screen. With her timeless beauty and captivating presence, she commanded attention wherever she went. Despite her fame, she remained grounded and devoted to her family, always making time for her daughters amidst her busy schedule. Her warm smile and genuine kindness endeared her to all who knew her.
"It was great, baby," her mother replied, squeezing her affectionately.
Amelie then sauntered past her brother Bernard, who was engrossed in his chicken. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she smacked the back of his head lightly and darted to her seat.
"Good morning to you too," Bernard muttered, looking up from his plate with a mix of annoyance and amusement.
"Good morning, my lovely brother," Amelie said, grabbing a plate and serving herself breakfast. Her eyes scanned the room. "Where's Julien?"
"He went to work," Bernard replied, barely looking up from his plate.
"And why are you still here?" Amelie teased, raising an eyebrow. "You should learn from your elder brother. Gaming won't get you anywhere." She mimicked their father's stern expression, a playful reprimand in her eyes.
Her father seeing her attitude, couldn't help but give her a playful tsk.
But the lighthearted moment was cut short when a maid approached, holding a cute, decorated tablet and a pink drink in a pretty water bottle. "Miss, it's time for school," the maid said respectfully, her head slightly bowed."Oh no, I'm not even done eating, Papa, can I..." -"Don't even think about it, miss," Denver, Amelie's dad, finally spoke up, his voice firm. "You have to take your education seriously and stop being so childish."Amelie sighed, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on her shoulders. "Okay, Papa," she said, her enthusiasm deflating. She fixed her dress, stood up, and took the tablet from the maid. "I can already tell my first day of school is going to be a disaster."
"Yeah, I can see why," Julia chimed in, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she scrutinized Amelie's face. "It's surprising you're not wearing any makeup."
"At least I don't look like a walking dead," Amelie shot back, her cheeks flushing with annoyance as she snatched the drink from the maid's hand and headed for the door.Before she could leave, her little sister whined to their father, "Papa, she's being mean!"Denver sighed, rubbing his temples. "Amelie, just go to school. Julia, stop provoking your sister."Amelie walked out, the weight of the morning's drama still hanging over her.
She took a deep breath, standing still for a moment, then recited her mantra softly, "Life's too short to be serious-sparkle, giggle, and glam every day." A bright smile lit up her face, and with a light-hearted giggle, she walked towards her pink Bentley, which she had gotten lastweek as a gift from her dad. Her personal chauffeur, Frederick, was already waiting by the car, looking slightly uncomfortable.
"Oh, no worries, Frederick, i won't be punishing you again" She almost laughed out loud, seeing the distressed face of her driver.
"I'll drive myself to school today. Besides, I know how much you hate driving this particular car" she said with a playful laugh, placing her things in the car.
Frederick's face relaxed into a modest smile. "Thank you, miss," he said, clearly relieved, as he headed back into the house.
Amelie slid into the driver's seat, feeling a rush of excitement and independence. Giving her home one last look, she started the car and put on "call me maybe", then she drove to school.
...
Amelie might seem like just a rich teenager, perhaps even a daddy's girl, but there's more to her than that. Yes, she's rich and close to her dad, but she's also an icon, influencer, and fashionista. At just 17, Amelie has made a name for herself. She first gained popularity on Instagram at the age of 11, thanks to her mother, a famous actress. Now, with 39.7 million followers on Instagram and 13 million on TikTok, she's a social media powerhouse. Her father, the 5th richest man in France, ensures that she's not just rich but wealthy.
Standing at 5'6", Amelie's petite frame exudes confident charm. Her long, dark red hair falls in glossy waves down her back, styled to perfection. Her bright grey eyes, full of life, glimmer with excitement whenever she moves. Her light skin serves as a flawless canvas, highlighting her features with a touch of glam. Passionate about fashion, she is always draped in bright colors, with pink being her favorite. She adorns herself with a variety of jewelry, necklaces, bracelets, and rings, that sparkle with every gesture. Her perfectly manicured nails add to her polished look. Amelie's bubbly and energetic speech style, combined with her vibrant personality and infectious enthusiasm for life, makes her every female's poison and every male's dessert.
The whole school knew Amelie would be arriving soon, and she was most definitely sure that students would be awaiting her arrival. As she approached the school gates, her hand tightened on the wheels of her car, due to excitement. Amelie parked her car in the designated VIP spot, She took a moment to check her reflection, ensuring every strand of her dark red hair was in place and her outfit was immaculate. With a confident smile, she stepped out of the car, her presence commanding attention."Elite High, your queen is here" she whispered to herself.
With confident steps, she approached the crowd of students, who gave way as she walked to the school. Most of the students recognized her, some who had been eagerly awaiting her appearance admired her, and some envied her. She scanned her ID, grinning from ear to ear, knowing her presence always had the influence she expected.
Once inside, she was immediately approached by a group of excited female students. Many held their phones, but the school's policy of "No videos allowed in the school" prevented any recordings for privacy reasons.
"Hi, you're so pretty," a little girl, who Amelie assumed was a junior, spoke up first, handing her a rose.
"And you're so sweet," Amelie replied, bending down to the girl's height. She accepted the rose with a warm smile. "Thank you so much, baby!"
"I did not actually believe you'd be enrolled in this school, Amelie, when I saw your Insta post," another girl, slightly older than the other said, jumping up and down, her voice pitched with excitement.
Amelie adjusted her designer sunglasses and let out a light, melodic laugh. She flipped her perfectly styled hair over her shoulder and gave a dazzling smile. "Believe it, babe," she said, her tone dripping with effortless confidence. "I'm here to stay."
More students kept giving her attention, eagerly trying to speak with Amelie. She responded with practiced ease, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she held back a giggle. The scent of perfume and excitement filled the air, mingling with the faint hum of chatter. She knew these students were not much different from her, but their enthusiasm bordered on breaking the unspoken social rules of their elite status.
As she listened, the touch of cool marble beneath her feet grounded her, contrasting with the warmth of the crowd pressing in around her. Some proud students might call this a shameless act, a breach of the decorum their wealth usually imposed. She couldn't blame them, understanding that their money created an invisible barrier. Yet, she found their behavior endearing, the candidness of their excitement reminding her of how she would react meeting her own idol, forgetting all pretense and status.
But suddenly the students started making way for an unknown person. The rhythmic clinking of their heels echoed through the hall. Amelie, engrossed in conversation with a fan, didn't notice the person approaching until a pair of pink Prada heels entered her line of sight.
A moment later, she felt an icy liquid cascade over her head, the cold shock sending shivers down her spine. The sweet, sticky scent of caramel and coffee filled her nostrils as the substance dripped down her face and onto her designer outfit. Gasps erupted from the students around her, the sound bouncing off the walls and resonating throughout the hall.
Amelie's heart pounded in her chest as the reality of the situation set in. She blinked, the cold liquid stinging her eyes, and wiped her face with a shaky hand, fully aware of the humiliation that had just been thrust upon her.