Tinsley walked, and always has walked, like all eyes were on her. Like she was now, strutting toward the school with her head held high. Her bright eyes searching among her for someone, anyone that seemed like they'd be interested in knowing her. Judging by just the parking lot, there was nobody. In fact, the most friendly thing someone said to her was ' slut.' which wasn't too far off the money if you looked at her outfit.

Taking advantage of the fact that she didn't know the dress code, Tinsley went slightly over the top, or rather under the top in her clothes. A destroyed denim miniskirt that barely even touched her mid-thigh hugged her hips paired with a white halter. The top barely even covered her toned stomach, but this gave her an opportunity to show off the bling dangling off her navel. Yes, it was a little over the top. But Tinsley had the body to pull it off, not to mention the face. Her hair was perfectly straight, although Tinsley kept running her fingers through it's smooth texture. A gesture that only close friends would know meant she was uncomfortable.

She sighed as she entered the school, immediately noticing that it didn't have I.D cards like her private school did, nor did it have the same elegance to it. But it'd have to do. You may be asking what was Tinsley Hamilton doing here in the first place? Why wasn't this rich chick staying at Beverly Hills? It all had to do with the fact that her father grew up poor and wanted Tinsley to enjoy the ' simple life '. Hello, she was not Paris Hilton or Nicole Richie, and roughing it whether it be on a farm, or just a small town was not Tinsley's idea of an adventure.


Tinsley approached the desk with the sweetest smile she could manage on her face but the office ladies weren't buying it as well as daddy would have. "I'm new." said Tinsley, and judging by a nearby group of students who were snickering near her, it was rather obvious.