Mallory Lepowsky Profile

Hi y’all. I’m Mallory.  I’m fifteen, and I live with my father, mother, and my baby sister, Olivia. I love to experiment. I experimented on my hair the other day from a blonde to a honey brown.  I’m trying a more Rachel McAdams in Wedding Crashers this year.  I guess I’m a lot like my mother, and probably go into the new family business since it was what got us in this big house three years ago: makeup.  My father helps her run La Petite Belle, her makeup company.  For someone who runs a makeup company, you would think that she would have taught her daughter how to apply liner instead of letting Heaven’s mom teach me last fall.  My parents spend most their time between the company and their room…ewww, and that’s how I ended up with a little sister and her nanny.  I love the little bundle of girl.  I love my friends and their parents as much as I love my own, but I found out what else I learned when Heaven up and ran away without a word.  I loved to be popular.  I loved it more than my love of biscuits with jam or butter or cheddar. Oh, I miss those things, but if I were to be a cheerleader and friend to the Queen Bee and her friend, Mercedes, I had to endure more than their little uncover insults which I can’t say I notice because it sounds like a compliment to me.  My mother says it’s a talent to make something bad into something good.  Now I’m part of a popular crowd and not as chunky as I was, but still enough curves that I‘m not what my mother calls a mop or twig.  I run every day on a treadmill my mother bought, but never uses, and tend to take a more OCD approach on food then with my room.  With my time split up, I barely have anytime to spend with David and Asa anymore especially since Mercedes has become more jealous of girls over night. I don’t mind. I have a uniform. I’m popular with a crew and we all hang out at Syn, the Starrs’ club. I’m well liked. I have the great life.  I just miss my friends.  I was at Mercedes’ house with the others.  I still can’t believe her father is daring to have his mistress stay there all because his wife left him. Anyway, a few weeks ago Mr. Starr gave me a little from Heaven telling me she was coming back with a friend who she’d introduce to me.  Her gift box to her sister was great, full of movies like Cruel Intentions, a couple of sex toys, and a note.  She didn’t look so happy at her sister gag gift or the note I glimpse out, which sounded nothing like the Heaven I know. “ My pain already came.  Yours is in the mail.- H”  Hanging out with those movie stars, models, and Birdie’s troublemaking half sister has apparently gotten to her head, but I heard she was in town today with Cary and the half sister. I’ve got my own problems to worry about like Birdie’s end of the summer pool  party tomorrow.



Favorite Movies: Mean Girls, Red Eye, anything really with Rachel McAdams, Wedding Date

Favorite Color: Pink

Favorite Music: Madonna, Miley Cyrus, Kelly Clarkson, Leann Rimes, Carrie Underwood

Favorite Food: Biscuits!!! You can make it into anything!