She traced all the days when she stayed in the city, enjoyed prancing along to uptown streets, and scaring off the black pigeons. Too bad she lived in the dirty grimy downtown, because she was a uptown girl who had the heart for the city already. Although she wasn't a native, she felt a deep connection with the blazing high life on the New York streets. They called her Foxtrive, and she was ashamed of her name since she was a kid.
Attending an academy, Fox had everything she ever wanted in life. She loved the academy, from the rigorous Geometry lessons, to the diverse student population. The brick walls sprawled with intellectual ivy; her wealthy aunt Beth went to the school, and excelled in every subject.
Beth called last night, ordering Fox to change her slippers into shoes and walk in the slick wet rain at night to her estate in Connecticut. Fox hated Beth, and remembered her house very rigid and plain, the maids even were neat and mean. Beth explained that she had something she needed to say to her niece, something extremely important. Fox decided to take the midnight subway, and ended up in New Canaan at 1:45. She drank some coffee and sandwiches, almost falling asleep, when a very homeless looking man filled up the train with his pungent smell.
Her dark brown hair, covered in a knit purple beret, was polished to make her look nice. Her pale face looked blank, as she flipped wondrously through pages of The Lord of the Flies. Her facial points were very unusually pretty, especially her gray sharp eyes. Covered her was a black trench-coat and jeans, underneath a red Ralph Lauren sweater and white blouse. Her once glove covered fingers smelt like lavender. Her perfect mouth had a smile.
"Foxtrive Milton?" a very tall man called, with golden-brown colored hair and crystal green eyes. It was Carlyle Banks, the putative King of Thyme Academy. He was rich and a party boy, with bad deeds. All the girls swooned for him. He was the captain of the swim team, and had dozens of stalkers. Fox secretly admired Carlyle, only for his looks. Fox fell silent, as he sat next to him.
"What are you doing?" he asked. Fox's body tingled.
"Visiting somebody in Connecticut- Uh, Look-" Fox paused. She couldn't bare to look into his green eyes, similar to the first day she attended the academy. He was utterly handsome, and his perfectly tanned body shifted to open his lapt