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Adrianna Kennedy
Age: 18
Height: 5' 8"
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Voluptuous
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As the limousine drove through the seemingly endless road, I kept my eyes to the window, gazing out at the now soaked roadbed. I'm not sure, but I've always liked the rain. It just seems so...calm, if that's the right word. At times, when I felt just too stressed (and luck would have it that the weather would be as it is now) I could close my eyes and just fade away into the sound of every single drip of water falling down from the heavens. That is simply pure bliss. Of course, these were the kind of thoughts that I kept to myself. I didn't want anyone to think that I was crazy. Not me, Adrianna Kennedy. Not me, little miss popular, as I was often referred as.
Notwithstanding, I did have one other nickname. A lewd alias if there ever was one - behind my back, obviously, men (and sometimes even other women) would refer to me as the 'Big Titted Beauty'. A derogatory term, due to my stature. Ever since a few years ago, I've began to develop into ways that put most women to shame. That is, first, due to my swimming exercises, I've sculptured myself into a fit physique - namely, a slim, toned body. Then, due to genetics, my chest began to fill up my bra despite straining my back. My breasts, at least to me, seemed disproportionate to the rest of my body. Of course, most people didn't seem to mind. The boys at my school loved this gradual transformation of mine. That said, I suppose that it didn't help my cause that from constant cardiovascular exercises, such as the mentioned swimming and treadmill running, my plump backside was in the most perfect shape. Alas, it couldn't be helped, most men endeavored to get with me.
It had been a rather bizarre year though. Now a senior at my high school, most of us were getting reading for college. I, for one, was more than ready to start my education at an Ivy League school. But that wasn't it - namely, the boys who would constantly talk to me only to try to cop a feel or drag me into a date. Of course, I had no reason to go along with this. I had a strict rule - I would never get involved with a boy until I would be done with school. Otherwise, things would become nothing but trouble.
And so my thoughts were abruptly pushed aside as the vehicle stooped. "Here we are miss Kennedy." the chauffeur said. I nodded and thanked him, coming out the car and into my house. It was incredibly large, with features that essentially blur out "A billionaire lives here". My parents were fortunate enough to have more money than to do with. I found even our home as a bit too much - I wasn't even sure that I've gone through every room, despite have lived here my entire life.
Opening the door, I closed it - the sound immediately echoing across the large entrance. The staircases were neat and clean, thanks to the maid. I don't get it, I know that I was born lucky and yet, why do I feel so empty? I suppose that wealth, in by itself, was nothing. I needed to accomplish something to fill this void. At least, that's my philosophy and outlook on life. Thing cannot simply be handed over to me on a silver platter.
And so, I made my way into the third floor and from there, my room. I took off my uniform, took a nice hot shower and dressed up into my comfortable blue tank top and jogging pants. I was just about ready to open up a book and read now, until I received a text message. Pulling out my cellphone, I observed the message from my dear friend Charlene;
"Hey Adrianna - party hosted by Ryan at 9. Be there"
I sighed as I put the phone away. "Well there goes the rest of my evening" I thought to myself. Sure, I didn't want to show up but it was May. With the end of high school as I know it creeping up from around the corner, I knew that I could not possibly miss this event. Ryan Myles was one of the most popular figures from my high school and when he hosted a part, absolutely everyone had to be there. Why? Because this man went all out - it seemed more of a national event rather than a simple party. Last year, there were tickets to get in.
Sighing, I got off my comfy bed and began to dress up. Luckily, this wasn't an event hosted by my parents, where everyone had to dress up in such a conservative, business kind of matter. When someone of my age hosted something of these sorts, everything was casual. And so, I kept my blue top on and slipped into a pair of tight blue jeans, along with black high heels. I looked at the mirror and saw that I looked good. Granted, there was some cleavage shown but I'm sure that it wouldn't bother me or anyone else. It was just for one night.
I made my way out, not having to even tell my parents (seeing as they were in Morocco for the weekend) I took the town car, the Mercedes, as I drove out to the party headquarters - Ryan's house. It was about the same size as mine, though the garden was arguably better kept, what with the displays of art within the hedges. The gates were open, with several guards blocking unwanted guests from entering. Giving my keys to a valet attendant, I made my way inside for an eventful night. Of course, the music was audible from outside and once I made my way in the center of the party, it was almost deafening. But I'd get used to it... I guess. Now, the task at hand was to find my friends.
Wandering off, I cursed myself for not wearing a more supportive bra. It seemed to me that with every step, my large breasts bounced and weighed me down. Needless to say, I began to regret my decision, what with my attire displaying the full panoply of my chest. Fortunately for me, I found myself in a more secluded room. Here, there was a poker game about to start, along with a few people playing pool. At the corner, there were a few individuals watching a game of football and to the far end, a group of people were engaging into a game of darts.
And so, I was about to leave until I heard someone call out my name; "Hey! Adrianna!"
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