You had finally done it.

You’d taken Regina George and pushed her to the bottom of the food chain, and now? You were the head of the plastics; Gretchen and Karen followed you around like lost little puppy dogs.

It was honestly such an ego boost, they followed you everywhere and seemed to thrive on your attention now.

It was about 10 Am on a Saturday when Karen called you, “Hi!” she said cheerfully into the phone. “Wanna go to the mall? Gretchen and I always go to the mall on Saturdays.”