boys.
parties.
sports.
cellphones.
sport shopping.
singing.
dancing.
having fun.

liars.
fakes.
posers.
backstabbers.
cheaters.
bugs.
wannabes.

Thick brow-blonde hair cascades over Paige's slender shoulders, curling to the bottom of her shoulder blades. A sidebang always threatens to almost cover one of her piercing green eyes, but never quite manages to do so. Though she sometimes straightens it, she usually embraces the natural volume and thickness of her luscious locks.

Full lips, usually tinted with a gloss, are almost always curved into a smile over her straight white teeth. A strong brow (though waxed regularly) draws attention to large, green eyes. Her flawless skin stays unblemished, causing Paige to be one of the rare natural beauty's you see on the street.

Soccer this, track that, everything sportswise lined the walls of Paiges room. Football posters and Olympic winners hung on her walls. Her closet not being much different. Jerseys, sweats, shorts, and even some pom-poms lie on the floor of this young girls closet. Basically, Paige Marshal is a sporty gal.

SMART - Paige is the smarter of the two, well at least it seems that way. While Whitney is out partying, Paige is keeping an eye on her surely enough to driver her sister home when she is completly wasted. But thats not the only way this girl is smart. Even thought she partys to she knows her limit and still manages to bring home an A-B report card.

ATHLETIC - Paige is the sporty one, chosing sports over shopping. Her best friend is her sweat but she cant help it. She loves the addrenaline rush, plus the boys are easier to trust than the girls.

Secretive - Paige never really shows how she feels. Knowing that her sister is a bit of a slut just makes Paige want to wait longer. Yes, Paige Marshall is a virgin. She plans on keeping it that way till marriage. Although Paige will never admit it, she's never really had a real boyfriend. Sure, shes had crushs but they've always been just friends, until Whitney hooks up with them.

Grace West-Mother
James Marshall-Father
Paige Marshall-Sister
Eric West-Step-Father
Tyler West-Step-Brother

September 19th was the fatefull day that Paige Morgan Marshall was brought into this world. Her parents being both succesfull in their specific occupations had it easy to raise two beautiful twin girls. Whitney Ann Marshall, the other of the two, was born as well being just as beautifull as Paige. The two girls were inseperable growing up, always doing everything together. If you saw Paige you saw Whitney not far behind.

But as the years flew past Whitney and Paige began to grow apart. Paige became interested in sports, and cars while Whitney chose fashion and flirting. Whitney became the girly-girl out of the two while Paige found it easier to hang with the boys. She never understood why Whitney really wanted to act the way she did, always hooking up with Paige's friends behind her back, this just made the two grow farther apart.

Unlike her sister, Paige, became interested in partying her sophmore year. Still focussing on her studies she knew her limit. Paige became the smarter of the two usually driving her sister home from some completly drunken party, or taking her friends home if she wasnt around. Paige never had to take care of her sister until she crashed her parents car into a tree.


Sophmore year her parents split up, leaving the girls torn. Paige still has no clue as to why they split but she knows that Whitney knows something. Paige just figures Whitney will tell her in her own time on her own terms. Not even a month after the divorce their mother remarried, a man named Eric West. With him came a son, Tyler West who happened to be a freshman at the time. Now Paige and Whitney are in their Senior year and Paige is still working hard on her Soccer Scholarship to NYU.

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As she strolled out of the elegant formal dinning room, a bright smile graced Vanity's soft pink lips. She was pleased that everything for the sleepover tomorrow night was going as planned, despite one little problem she'd been trying to avoid lately. She had just finished going over the list of things that were needed for tomorrow night with her families live in housekeeper, Stella, which the woman was supposed to go out and get later on that day. Her attire for today was somewhat on the more simple side, seeing how she wasn't going anywhere. Dark wash Citizens of Humanity jeans clung to her thin legs, and a silky, violet baby doll top was across her torso. Sliver metallic ballet flats adorned her pedicured feet and diamond studs, as well as her favorite silver Tiffany charm bracelet, served as her only accessories. Her glossy, golden brown hair was lightly curled and pulled back into a lose ponytail. The only traces of make-up on the girls face was a coat of sheer lip balm that had been applied to her lips only minutes ago. As she walked through the foyer, Vanity gazed out of one of the large windows, right at the guest house off in the distance. Immediately, the smile on her face dispersed as she was reminded of the family now residing in the white brick house. A heavy sigh evaded Vanity's glossed lips as she looked away. Ever since Kristen and her family arrived, Vanity's mother had been forcing her to be nice to Kristen, and hang out with the girl. She had even invited her to Vanity's Friday night sleepover, with out even consulting with her first. Vanity couldn't have been more upset. She'd been trying to avoid this 'new girl' as much as possible, claiming that she had other plans as often as she could, to get out of hanging out with her. But she was sure that her mother was starting to catch on, which is why she hadn't made up some excuse today. After all, she didn't want to get on her mother's bad side. That always meant consequences; one's that Vanity didn't wish to receive.