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Alexandra Von Der Lande was special. She knew she made third grade special for everyone. She stood on the playground enjoying the way the sunlight sparkled on her long golden hair. She tried her very best not to feel sorry for the others; after all, they were at a distinct disadvantage without her breeding and background. She could not help it if she was, in fact, the prettiest one on the playground, or even in the entire school, for that matter.
Being as popular as she was, it was something of a burden always carrying the weighty responsibility of being the one who understood how disadvantaged others were. Take her last birthday party, for example.
Alexandra Von Der Lande made absolutely certain that everyone was invited. She had to, or else some poor little thing in a second hand dress would feel left out, and that simply wouldn't do. It didn't matter that some of them were decidedly inferior and brought home - made gifts instead of the shiny new things from the mall which she had been broadly hinting about for weeks. No, it didn't even matter if one or two of the poor dears had no redeeming features whatsoever and were terrible bores who knew nothing about makeup or about How To Flatter A Boy So He Will Pay Attention To One. She tried her best to make such misfits part of her group for charity's sake, even though she knew it was hopeless. She had been taught that it was her duty to be kind, but it was simply hard work. She wished she could make them over in her own prettier image: every stitch in place and a lowfat lunch in a designer lunchbox. It really was disgusting how some people actually ate those unhealthy school lunches.
Despite these gloomy thoughts, Alexandra Von Der Lande felt a certain satisfaction as she stood among the third graders in her delicate blue dress which so perfectly complimented her eyes. After all, she really was so pretty and so good; she must be giving pleasure to the others, even the Sci-Fi nerds and the sloppy ones spattered with paint and chalk dust and smears of white glue.
She sank deeper into reverie, surveying the playground and wondering if some day she might not be in charge of this school. She would set things straight and every single one of them would do things the right way or she would simply cut them dead. It was the kind thing to do, really... It would be for their own good. If they couldn't fit in, they would just have to find someplace else. She suddenly realised that she had lost track of time.
"Time to line up, children."
Alexandra Von Der Lande waited impatiently for the slowpokes. That stupid boy who always had his nose in a book was the last one in line, as usual.
"Hurry up, now, we're running late!"
Alexandra Von Der Lande opened the door and led her class into the building, wondering how she would have time to teach them today's geography lesson before they went to gym and she could have a cigarette break.
Being as popular as she was, it was something of a burden always carrying the weighty responsibility of being the one who understood how disadvantaged others were. Take her last birthday party, for example.
Alexandra Von Der Lande made absolutely certain that everyone was invited. She had to, or else some poor little thing in a second hand dress would feel left out, and that simply wouldn't do. It didn't matter that some of them were decidedly inferior and brought home - made gifts instead of the shiny new things from the mall which she had been broadly hinting about for weeks. No, it didn't even matter if one or two of the poor dears had no redeeming features whatsoever and were terrible bores who knew nothing about makeup or about How To Flatter A Boy So He Will Pay Attention To One. She tried her best to make such misfits part of her group for charity's sake, even though she knew it was hopeless. She had been taught that it was her duty to be kind, but it was simply hard work. She wished she could make them over in her own prettier image: every stitch in place and a lowfat lunch in a designer lunchbox. It really was disgusting how some people actually ate those unhealthy school lunches.
Despite these gloomy thoughts, Alexandra Von Der Lande felt a certain satisfaction as she stood among the third graders in her delicate blue dress which so perfectly complimented her eyes. After all, she really was so pretty and so good; she must be giving pleasure to the others, even the Sci-Fi nerds and the sloppy ones spattered with paint and chalk dust and smears of white glue.
She sank deeper into reverie, surveying the playground and wondering if some day she might not be in charge of this school. She would set things straight and every single one of them would do things the right way or she would simply cut them dead. It was the kind thing to do, really... It would be for their own good. If they couldn't fit in, they would just have to find someplace else. She suddenly realised that she had lost track of time.
"Time to line up, children."
Alexandra Von Der Lande waited impatiently for the slowpokes. That stupid boy who always had his nose in a book was the last one in line, as usual.
"Hurry up, now, we're running late!"
Alexandra Von Der Lande opened the door and led her class into the building, wondering how she would have time to teach them today's geography lesson before they went to gym and she could have a cigarette break.