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Elite's been out on bail for two weeks, and it's been an exhausting 14 days. At first, she was handling all the attention as best as she can. She only left the house when she really needed to.
Now, it's getting old.
"I thought you said within a 24 hour news cycle the story would be obsolete," Elite huffs at her face currently on the news.. again. She sits in the office of her attorney, Supreme.
Right now they're running a story where they're talking to any and everybody who knows Elite. They're basically trying to paint this picture to make more people believe she could've killed Shinobi.
"I don't even know this bitch like that! We had one class together junior year," Elite smacks her lips.
It's a white girl she went to high school with answering a reporter's questions. "Yeah, I remember Elite. In high school they called her Elle Woods."
"Why that nickname?"
"From the movie Legally Blonde. It was just something cute. Her bestfriend, Holland Braithwaite, they called her Hollywood. And she was Elle Woods. They were both super popular, despite everything..."
"Despite everything? What does that mean?"
"You know... Despite them being two of a handful of African American students," she whispers like it's a crime. "Despite the fact Elite's parents died and they lost all their money."
Elite rolls her eyes. She was always known for that in high school. She was a charity case in everyone's eyes. She went to a private school full of spoiled, rich kids. Mainly white and Asian.
It didn't matter that a driver in a black car wearing a suit would come get her and Epic every morning for school.
It didn't matter if she still had access to designer clothes and was gifted a Porsche for her Sweet 16.
Everyone knew it came from Obasi.
She was Elle Woods at private school. In Crenshaw it was Boogie, El Boog, or Boogz. She was two totally different people.
"What was Elite like in school?"
"Very artistic. She was in the school's theatre and drama club. She was apart of every play and musical. She would create the props, design the stages, hand sew the outfits. She played the piano and knew how to arrange music too. Straight A student."
"So, it makes sense she went into the film industry?"
"Yeah. She mostly hung out with Ahmet Mustapha and Holland. They were three peas in a pod."
"Oh, how things change," Elite mumbles to herself.
"Everyone loved Elite, but she had a chip on her shoulder. I know it's not politically correct to say about a Black woman anymore, so how can I say this? She was very assertive."
