“Tell us a little bit about your life.”
My life’s pretty normal. I’ve got two parents, an older sister. We live, well, lived in New Orleans. My parents still do, but since my sister, Sasha Jackson, and I are here now, we technically live in Virginia. For the school year, at least. During the summer, we’ll probably go back so we can go on our little family vacations and such. I like it here better. Back home, it’s always a fight for attention. Sure, I almost always win, but I know that it makes things a bit rough between us. I adore her, though, and I know she adores me. Despite how much we compete with each other, we’re super close.
“So how would you describe yourself?”
Just because my life’s average doesn’t mean that I am. I’m a complete princess. I’ve got tons of attitude. Since I’m so good at a lot of things, I’m quite often the center of attention. It’s a perk of being the baby of the family, as well. Because of that, I’m a bit cocky sometimes, and I’m very demanding. There’s nothing wrong with that, seeing as I’ve gotten almost everything that I’ve ever wanted. I suppose I can be a bit manipulative as well, but hey, it all works in my favor in the end.
“So, Sophia. What’s your secret?”
Well, might as well get it over with. There’s a reason that I’m always so organized, and well prepared. I’ve got OCD. It’s— It’s not fun. At all. Whenever anything’s disorganized, I just— I can’t function. It’s impossible. Like, my dorm room for example. When I first got here, my parents and sister helped me unpack, and after they left, I spent the entire rest of the night reorganizing, because nothing was where it belonged. People don’t really know this, but I help out in the library sometimes, because I used to go there, and I’d end up reorganizing the books, putting them where they belong. I clean up everything I can. And if I can’t, I get really irritated. I hate feeling powerless, but those messes make me cringe. And then there’s some of my ticks. I can’t leave my room unless I’ve turned the light off and then on again thrice. It’s the same with putting my shoes on. I’ve got to tie the laces three times. Three’s a big number with me, can you tell? I just don’t want people to know, because then they’ll look at me weird, as if I’m a freak. I’m not a freak, and I’m not crazy. So, I just…I keep it to myself. Even Sasha doesn’t know.
“Who do you plan on spending the school year with?”
My two best friends, Kennedy East and Sienna Decker, obviously. Together, we rule the freshman class; except for some slight competition from that Olivia Marx girl. Honestly, I think I should just induct her into our little group. Between the two of us, we could take over the world. Anyway, where was I. With my sass, Kenn’s chillness, and Sienna’s sweetness, everyone does what we say. Well, technically, they do what I say. But they’re my favorite girls ever. Super awesome, and they take my shit— to an extent. Kenn’s chill, but she’ll stand up to me, for herself and Sienna, if some of the stuff I want them to do is too much. And I like that. A lot. But besides them, there’s Lilia Cohen. She’s a junior, yeah, but I just adore her. She’s a riot. And, I never said this, but I might have a slight crush on Steven Harrison. He’s just…Ugh. we’ve got quite a few classes together, and yeah. He’s only a Bowen though, and even though I’m no Azure, I’ve got to keep my standards.
“What do you hope to accomplish this school year?”
I’ve got anything I want, haven’t you figured that out yet? Well, okay, so maybe not everything, but mostly. I want to maybe see if things can work with Steven. Yeah, he’s a Bowen, but I-I really like him. And I figured it’s at least worth a shot, right?