Post by Rhiannon Kaelyn Webb on Mar 2, 2013 10:30:30 GMT -5
Being born and raised in Manhattan’s Upper East side area, home to the over privileged and under excited didn’t mean Rhiannon was anything like the rest of them. She plastered on her fake smile whenever she had to attend a function of some kind but that was the most she had in common with the rest of her “world”. Her family came from old money but for the Webb’s that meant, growing up knowing the worth of a dollar. At least, it did to the siblings. Their parents might have been clueless to the comings and goings of their children, but those same two kids knew what it meant to have money, and how to share it. Rhiannon was the first to pay for lunches whenever she was out with friends, splurge on something she saw in a window if she thought it would be perfect for this friend or that. She was donated a portion of her inheritance and trust fund money each year to support kids and some art programmes. Three days a week, Rhiannon taught art classes to inner city kids, and when she could dragged Allela along for an impromptu music lesson as well. Looking at her and the labels she wore, said nothing about the girl wearing them.
She didn’t know how many people she’d met that were shocked when she said she wasn’t what she was wearing. They all seemed to assume she was just another Prada wearing princess; which she was the farthest thing from. There was so much about the brunette that no one saw. They didn’t see those hours of volunteer work she put in, they didn’t see how she donated time, money and clothing to charities. She had a couple friends that knew she did that, mostly Dawson who ran around the charity circuit but she kept the rest in the dark so it wouldn’t get back to her parents. Neither of them wanted her drawing. Art to them wasn’t anything worth pursuing as more than a hobby to combat boredom. It was acceptable during flights and long car rides, but that was it. If they knew what she really did, they would have heart attacks, but they thought she was a good girl studying at NYU.
Rhi raised a brow at that but didn’t say much than, “Alright,” before sitting at her drink and thinking she should order something to eat as well. Thinking about the food choices made her realise she had forgotten breakfast that morning. And she really didn’t need her brother finding out about that and yelling at her for skipping a meal. There was a reason she kept light snacks in her studio; skipping one too many meals accidentally left one a little worse for wear. Rhiannon ran her hand over her hair, blushing softly that he’d caught her mistake. “Right,” she said pulling a strand of her hair forward to examine as though it had just mysteriously changed. “It’s a new thing. I’m still getting used to it again,” she said able to laugh at herself and the silly mistake she’d made. She lost count in the last couple days how many times she passed a mirror or window and had to do a double take because she didn’t recognise the girl looking back at her.
Tag || Blaise!
Words || 552
Clothes || Pastel Princess
Music || Had Me @ Hello --Olivia Holt & Luke Benward
Notes || She's another one not allowed out anymore -.- <3 <3 <3
