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Post by teagan emerson on Aug 16, 2007 14:38:25 GMT -5
Estabrooke Academy
So. I see you’ve chosen to come attend Estabrooke Academy, hm?
Oh, no.
You made a fine choice.
Estabrooke Academy is located in the heart of Estabrooke, California. This small yet infamous town is surrounded by white sand beaches and aqua blue waters, dazzling, and eye catching. There’s a small down town, and I can assure you that you’ll never be bored. There’s all different types of people that come to Estabrooke. Some are the ritzy families that usually live in New York and come to this small town to resort and get some ‘relaxation.’
There’s everywhere from your cliché Brady Bunch families to your regular old abusive, broken families. There’s not one economic status that is true to the whole town. The richer and the poorer come here to absorb as much of the Californian sun rays as they can. There’s a lot of good that’s here, and a lot of bad. Although, they don’t usually list off the bad in the travel brochure.
If you’re not seasonally flying between here and your pent house in Paris or living in a card board box next to the skate park, then you probably live here, I’m guessing. So, now it’s time to choose a home. There’s beach houses, which will cost you a pretty penny. Maybe a home in the suburbs with neatly cut grass and a plush red brick home is what interests you the most. Whatever you want, it’s here.
Most of the students here go to Estabrooke Academy, if you’re not attending some other fancy Catholic school or something. In the heart of this sunny, happy town, this is where most of the drama occurs. Also not mentioned in the travel brochure, but I feel that it’s your duty to know what you’re getting yourself into. We’ve got just as much teenage drama, if not more. It seems that teenagers become much more dramatic when exposed too much sun, although it’s not been scientifically proven yet. Maybe you’ll be the first to discover this?
There’s the Elites, the ritzy girls who basically rule the school. The Kings, the hotties and basically the male version of the Elites. They’re at the top of this food chain, and the burn outs and the losers at the bottom. Somewhere in between lays the sweet hearts, your scene queens, and everyone else. Don’t think you're not label-able, the students here will not rest, they will not eat, they will not sleep until you’ve been classified, labeled, stamped, whatever you want to call it.
Take a look around, and look past the chemically enhanced smiles, the overly tanned bodies (and those that are sunburned to a crisp.) Look past the physical features, and you’ll see that everyone here is just as vulnerable and scared. Everyone’s vulnerable to rumors, and heart break. They’ll be good memories, and bad. Keep your loved ones guarded, because your best friend might be dishing to you about the pregnant whore in fifth hour, and the next night she’ll be trying to give your passed out boyfriend a lap dance.
All rules are broken, and there’s no turning back. Don’t go running to mommy and daddy, this is the real world now. Real people, real drama, and even more real scenarios.
So. I bet you weren’t gonna find all of <I>that</I> in a travel brochure.
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