Corina Sullivan

Corina didn’t need the money. Nor did she want it. Her parents bought her anything she asked for. She’d always had money. She’d never wanted anything in her entire life. Except to be Sorority President.

Everything about this competition seemed sketchy for Corina. Doing crazy things for money? Why? The thought that others might be in a different situation than her and that she might be a bit out of touch never crossed her mind. What did cross her mind was whether or not she could use this to her advantage.

As a Junior she had started campaigning to be President at the end of last semester. They still had over a semester till the election, but that still felt like too little time to campaign. She knew better than anyone that this election was going to be a popularity contest. She’d never lost a popularity contest in her life. And if it had been a vote by the whole school she knew she’d win easily. But within her own sorority was a different story.

Marnie had this ease about her that everyone seemed to absolutely love. Corina had never understood it. She dressed casually, drove a beater of a car, and would openly embarrass herself at parties. Yet everyone loved her. Corina didn’t know if she planned on running or not when the spring election came, but she needed to be ready. And that meant ignoring her gut when the vote on if the whole sorority should sign up for the competition came around. The majority of girls, including Marnie, wanted the whole group to sign up, so the odds of one of them getting chosen would be higher. So Corina went along.

She didn’t even feel her phone buzz in her purse while she was out shopping for a first day of class outfit, but that didn’t matter. The most popular girl in school was in.

Physical Description: If you ever saw Corina you’d know she was rich. She had a rich aura about her that anyone could read a mile away. Plus with the designer clothes and pristine look it wasn’t hard to tell. She’d kept in good shape with private personal trainers, and self defense lessons (one can never be too careful her father always said when he insisted on krav maga classes). She had the best of everything. The best bleach job to get the perfect fake platinum blonde hair. She even at 22 years old had gotten a small boob job to take her natural C Cups to D’s.