(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/277/9/2/920664f3efba52bc3331c5dd178d0293-d4bu0iq.jpg)<br/><br/>Angelica stood at the front of the group as Warwick made his grand speech. She was new, but she was planning on fitting in nicely very soon. She didn't pay a whole lot of attention to the speech, after all, it was just boring protocol.<br/><br/>She was at the front of the group for one reason, to get attention. Angelica was an attention whore, always wanting people to look at her. People could easily tell that by simply looking at her. Her body was gorgeous: her face adorable, her skin nearly flawless, and her curves delicious. A look at her clothing told the same thing. She had chosen to wear a white blouse that, in a way, appeared to be a bathrobe. It hung loosely around her body, being tied just above the waist by a brown strap. It formed into a skirt ending about half way down her thighs. The sleeves were loose and long, going a bit past her wrists. The chest area was revealed, the neck of the blouse being open and extending all the way down the skirt. Underneath the blouse was a sleeveless, tight, black tank-top, hiding the cleavage that would have been exposed by her blouse. Besides her top, she wore a pair of extremely short shorts, of a black color, that were hidden by the blouse's skirt. Because of this, it appeared as if her behind was nude, and her gorgeous legs extended from her blouse. She wore a pair of black boots with heels several inches tall on them. She was moderately short, and she wanted to attention of appearing taller and more slim. The boots went up nearly to her knees, adding a bit of dominant sex appeal.<br/><br/>Her eyes instantly attached themselves to two girls, a dark skinned, busty chick who seemed to assert herself in a similar way to her, and another woman who was scribbling in a journal. Instead of the idea of competition coming into her mind, the idea of perfect underlings appeared in the girl's head. She was, unbeknownst to her, out of her league with them, but she wanted to control them. They looked like sexy sidekicks to her, perfect for the taking. Her eyes also crossed a beautiful Asian girl, busty as well, but who seemed a bit off. Perhaps an option, but not as perfect as the other two.<br/><br/>Angelica had a purse slung over her shoulder. The rest of her luggage had already been moved to her dorm by an employee of the school.<br/><br/>As many began to leave towards their dorms, Angelica decided now would be the time to approach a target. After all, she wasn't one to wait for her chance. She made her chance. She saw the busty, dark skinned brunette talking to the head male who seemed to be attached to the redhead beside him. As she left, he followed, leaving her alone.<br/><br/>Angelica approached her, extending a hand to shake. "Hello. I'm Angelica. I'm new here. It's nice to meet you." She began. It was obvious by the sheer tone of her voice she was bratty and wanted things her way. She also seemed devious, adding a side to her that may seem threatening to some, as she was not just a stupid brat, but a girl who knew how to get what she wanted.