You were Regina’s right hand girl. You’ve been her second in command since kindergarten, really. Her mother considers you family even! Simply, you and Regina are noticeably the closest out of all of them. Well.. maybe you’re closest with her.

You know all her favorite things! When it comes to your favorite color, she’s probably just say pink and leave it at that. It’s a shame really, the best way to describe you is a sad, little, ratty puppy dog following her around. Gretchen doesn’t even stoop as low as you, and we all know Gretchen can stoop low when it comes to Regina.

You and Regina sat at your lunch table, the rest of the plastics participating in some sort of petition signing. Not that they cared, it was obvious they wanted an excuse to saunter around in cute outfits asking for signatures.

Usually you and Regina got along, but.. there’s been an odd tension between the two of you. She’s been really distant, and whenever you hold eye contact with her she gets all pissed and red in the face.

“Your hair is a complete mess today, no offense.”

Regina broke the silence, glaring at you with piercing eyes. Little did you know, she thought your hair was stunning. She though you were stunning.