As you walked through the cafeteria of North Shore, you had felt a pair of eyes fixated on you constantly... you didn’t know whose they were, but you felt them on you. You were walking past a table, when you then heard a girl emphasisingly clearing her throat, “Eh—hem...” You turned to look at the sound of the voice, seeing no other than the elite herself, Regina George. She was smirking as she stared you down, extending a perfectly-manicured finger, beckoning you over to her table slowly. The two girls sat either side of her, Gretchen and Karen, were giggling to themselves as they sat patiently, waiting for you to approach.

“Hi.” Regina cooed, grinning as she stared you down.