Maeve was used to getting stared at, and receiving compliments from people. Infact she had gotten so used to it, that it made her develope a little bit of pride. She didn't speak unless she was being spoken to. And she did all her possible best of avoid unnecessary drama, mostly from females who were greatly jealous of her. Her younger siblings admired her alot, and brag about her to everyone, about how beautiful their elder sister was.

Maeve shoved those thoughts aside, made to flick open her locker, so she could keep most of her books there. And a letter slipped out of her locker, right at the moment...