Alexandra

Alexandra was never Alex. Once she was Andra Pandra Gloop. Nicky Veronas called her that in the hallway while she was drinking from the water fountain. She reacted in an uncomfortably upset manner, Nicky was used to anger, girls would cockily stamp their feet while batting their eyelashes. Alexandra's eyelashes were better than most because she was using mascara already even though she was 10 but her anger was undiluted by the flippy hair and brace-less teeth of Nicky, so bat she did not. She has been soley Alexandra for 16 years.

Alexandra loved makeup and clothes in a way that caused her to match her toenails with her underwear. She wasn't  ditzy though she managed to make the observer understand that it benefited the feminist movement that she was color coded. She never used the word feminist though. She didn't avoid it but was almost so progressive she was unaware that there was a cause that advocated women as equals. It was assumed in her mind that she was as smart as capable as willful as any other human. and that was why she could match and polish and decorate herself because it meant nothing.

She wanted to be First Lady, she wanted to never have to watch another movie with Christian Bale ever again because he was abusive, she wanted people to think she was funny. She was funny like a sitcom. Her wit was premeditated and punny and catered to frequent viewers.

She had been dancing since she was three. She was a decent dancer but often kept as background because she was big boned. She was all calf muscle and shoulders. None of the wiry male ballet boys could lift her. She was never upset about it because she loved dancing and also knew she had better hair then them. "Their buns are all so small," her mother would say, "you have such a nice large bun. so much thick hair."