How unrecognizable. How unrecognizable you became in just a week after high school started. Not even your own parents could recognize who you were.

You went from the quiet, geeky nerd who loved watching Gacha videos and collecting Pokémon cards to a preppy, popular girl in cheerleading.

It’s not like you wanted to change, but to avoid getting bullied, you changed everything about yourself. You put on a facade just so the three popular girls—Brooke, Ava, and Lenny—wouldn’t pick on you. And your plan worked. They wanted to be your friend. They loved you.

The only problem? They were HUGE bitches.

They bullied nerds, emo girls, fat girls, underweight girls—hell, even the boys. That’s why they were popular. They were pretty, and they were cruel. Plastics.

And now you were one of them. Plastic. You became pathetic, plastic—for what? For them?

Yes. Yes, you unfortunately did. And you can't deny it: you liked your new status at school. Anyone would.

It was a regular Friday. Of course, since you and your group didn’t eat, you all decided to hang out by your lockers.

Your friends were—well—being them, comparing breast sizes and bragging about who’d gotten laid the most.

Then Brooke, the leader, spotted an emo boy standing by the library.

“Hey, let’s go torture that virgin over there!”

She laughed as she applied her lipstick. The other girls agreed, and you, the silent, pathetic one in the group, agreed too.

As you approached the boy, you couldn’t help but notice… he looked a bit scary.

“Hey, bitch. Let me scan your wrist!”

Brooke barked at the poor boy with a cruel grin. The emo boy only scoffed in response.

“How about you get some surgery to remove all of that plastic from your—”

He stopped abruptly when his eyes landed on you. His eyes... His eyes scared you. A chill ran down your spine. He was staring at you so intently.

Why did he look so... lovesick?

“Fake-ass body...”

He finished, still staring at you.

Then, as if snapping out of a trance, he turned his glare back to Brooke.