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[CLAIRE ELIZABETH WALDGRAVE]

The starchy fabric itched against the soft skin of Claire Waldgraves stomach, her blonde Brigitte Bardot locks creasing at her neck and keeping the bitter November air out. Biting on her lower lip with the two front teeth with their crack defining one of her many aesthetical traits, the girl looked around the dingy bleachers. The lack of sunlight had permitted dirt to take over the metallic beast. Eva was supposedly going to be here with the weed. She had never really thought the girl to be rich. She just assumed she was some poor girl from the Bronx with her big hair and wide smile. Perhaps it was hard for the ivy skinned girl to believe a girl with a smile that wide could ever be this happy in the UES. A common misconception that power, money and the like would ever go hand in hand with happiness.

Uncomfortably aware that anywhere she sat would involve muddying her fresh clothes, Claire stood in the corner whilst she awaited the arrival of her acquaintance. Friends was a strong word that Claire rarely coined, she still didn’t see herself with anything but acquaintances and past lovers. In her whole life there had never been one figure that had stood by her side wholly and completely. There were those who danced in and out of her life but not one single person remained. Perhaps that was why she was always acting out or maybe that was why she was tough as nails. Because she’d never had anyone to offload to. Just her pills.

Placing a straight in her mouth, the girl lit the cigarette with a feverish need for something. Anything. She needed some sort of hit whether it be a tobacco fix or one with a more sinister related substance encrusted in to its case. Beneath the bleachers held the dark secrets of students with demons lurking in their closet, the scandalous sex lives of Manhattans elite becoming more prolific and animalistic beneath the cases of the metallic lined seats. Then there were the drug addicted teenagers who retreated to the sanctuary of the bleachers to snort, inhale or swallow some man made poison. Taking a drag on the cigarette, Claire’s full lips widened to allow the smoke to escape her body. Her vacant eyes unable to lock on to any one thing in particular as she thought back to the past few weeks of her life. There hadn’t been one thing that had gone wrong and yet she hadn’t stopped. She still went out and got high. She recreationally fucked up her body like some crackwhore. It would be so easy for her to sit back and enjoy life like a sober person would, admire the finer things in life and yet she was drawn by some magnetic pull to the dirty and tainted movements of life.

Flicking the ash to the ground, the blonde unconventional beauty placed a free hand in to the pocket of her sheepskin aviator coat. Her body was a hot mess, her beauty masking the beast that was slowly developing in the pit of her stomach. Like a seed germinating and flowering throughout her, she was becoming everything that she’d attempted to stay away from back in her Hampshire Boarding School.

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