<div align="center"><strong>Ariana Moore<br/>The Rich Girl</strong><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/8368511/hair,redhead,pink,hair,beautiful,artistic,beauty-98dac7dc01fa88847956368fcf9e7bb7_h_large.jpg?1301518334)</div><hr/><br/>Ariana had just finished unpacking her suitcases and getting everything as ready as possible, in her dorm room. Working up quite an appetite, she decided it was time to stop by the dining hall, and pick up her class schedule. With her beige bag wedged beneath her arm, and Chanel sunglasses on her face, she headed out to the campus and began walking toward the dining hall. With a contented sigh would she look around, taking in the sights and her classmates, brown flat sandals clacking against the ground as she strode on, hips swaying. She wore denim short-shorts and a strapless, peach colored blouse which cinched at the bust and flowed around the waist, ever so slightly. Her necklace was the same as usual, a platinum wishbone necklace which hung at the space between her collar bones. <br/><br/>She passed the fountain in the center quad, then veered toward the dining hall and lifted her sunglasses so that they tucked some of her paprika fringe back and out of her face. She looked rather fresh-faced, even for her, perhaps getting some sort of a little thrill out of the anticipation she secretly felt at being back at University. What would this year hold for her? Parties with streaking and too much alcohol? Run-in's with the cops for noise violations? Hook-up's and one-night-stands? Or would this year be different? <br/><br/>In a way she was looking forward to finding out, for every year held the potential to be the best, and that was how she felt heading into the dining hall, passing through the main doors and glancing around with an innocent smile on her face. She headed to the food line and grabbed herself an Arizona iced tea, along with a sandwich made fresh from the deli, paying the cashier with a too familiar swipe of her credit card. Turning, she looked about for a table to sit at, biting at her lower lip. <br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><br/><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining Hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> No one yet || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Hungry || <strong>Currently Wearing::.</strong> Jean shorts and a strapless pink top<br/></div></div>