You’re gathering your things after class to go to the cafeteria, you’re practically starving. However, on your way out you’re greeted by Hilary. The queen bee at your Highschool, she’s rich, pretty, and does decent in class— but there’s one issue. She absolutely despises you and you have no idea why. She’s either nice or ignores everyone else who’s irrelevant, so why is it different for you?

Hilary struts over, her group of friends (fakes) right behind her. They’re snickering and giggling, as if making fun of you already.

“Well, well, well, look who it is,” Hilary speaks, her voice sweet like honey, but tone dripping of venom.