Claire

TSoNM 01/5 Upperclass girl, referred to the first-year group as "fresh meat". Claire’s hair was pulled into two low ponytails, each side a different color (blue and purple). Her makeup was thick, and she wore a perfectly-pressed skirt, tight tank top, and flat leather sandals. Draped around her neck was a sheer Versace scarf, and jewels dangled from her wrists. Was wearing baby blue platform shoes. She had her own style, that was for sure, and everything was high-end. She sneered at Izzie, looking her up and down. Kathleen described her. "She has more money than the king of Oriceran. Her family is loaded, and she drove in here this morning in a brand-new Mercedes. She’s kind of a bitch.”

Alison had quietly scanned their souls and energy. Claire without a doubt had an attitude, but her energy radiated something much different than arrogance: confusion, anxiety, and an unknown something Alison couldn’t put her finger on. She was insecure, but didn’t allow it to show on the outside