E L L O R Y ♥ E M E R S O N ♥ E V A N S Ellory Emerson Evans was every parent's dream daughter. She was smart, pretty, kind, successful and a hard worker, with dreams of going to college and becoming the best lawyer in the state. Blessed with platinum blonde hair, huge hazel eyes, a pretty face and a curvy figure, Ellory was considered physically perfect by many boys, but to Ellory, boys were a waste of time, a distraction from her studies. Ellory Emerson Evans spent her spare time studying, reading, sewing, dancing and practicing makeup, her favourite pastime. She was popular but not too popular, high enough on the social hierarchy to be loved by everyone but not the Queen Bee. The Queen Bee was Ellory's best friend, Katherine Amarossi, but both Katherine and Ellory knew that Ellory could overthrow Katherine at any time if she wished. Ellory was just that type of person; everyone loved her. Even her name was perfect; Ellory Emerson Evans. Ellory Emerson Evans. The fluidity of the eight syllable-alliteration was so pristine that her name was often spoken in its entirety. Ellory Emerson Evans. Ellory was mistakenly considered to be perfect, but like everyone else, she had her flaws. She was just better at covering them up than most people. Ellory woke up at six a.m. even though school didn't start till quarter to nine; she had far too much to do in the morning to indulge in sleeping in. Ellory showered, dried her hair, applied her makeup, styled her hair into a perfect sock bun, dressed in a pink blouse and white skinny jeans, fed the cats, finished her English essay, made herself an organic breakfast and lunch for school -- no sugary cereals or fatty cafeteria foods for Ellory -- woke her parents and replied to all of her emails before eight a.m. To call Ellory Emerson Evans a workaholic was an understatement. She barely had a spare minute in her perfectly scheduled day, but she liked the order. Chaos was not in Ellory's vocabulary. Ellory drove herself through the streets of Rocky Falls, Texas, not stopping until she reached the high school. As she walked into the school with her sunglasses covering her face and her Prada handbag swinging from her arm, eyes followed her, because that was the kind of person Ellory Emerson Evans was. She was always the centre of attention, now matter how much other people did not like it. "Did you guys get that essay done for Warner?" Ellory asked her friends as she sat down at their usual cafeteria table. At eight-fifteen, the cafeteria was reasonably populated. Ellory looked around and saw the resident 'bad boy', her neighbour, whatever his name was. They made brief eye contact before Ellory turned back to her friends.