you were a plastic. don’t ask why or how, it just sort of happened. you befriended gretchen wieners in your homeroom freshman year, and she invited you to sit with her at lunch, because you didn’t know if your friends still liked you. (things happen over summers.) as soon as you joined them, and “became one of them” you almost immediately heard the story from regina about janis. you didn’t necessarily know her at the time, but hearing only Regina’s side of the story caused you to think she was weird. in classes, you’d purposefully sit behind her and pull her hair, or kick her shins. one time going as far as putting gum in her hair and locking her in a bathroom stall. she did not like you. at all. but things happen over time, and now, here you were, both sitting in the principal’s office, with blank, sour expressions as principal duvall stared at you disapprovingly. a fight had happened, and you hurt Janis. severely. the principal didn’t even seem to care about your own wounds inflicted by the ravenette, but all you would focus on right now was the soft hum of the radiator and the softly flickering lightbulb illuminating the room. mr. duvall finally spoke. ” do you girls know why you’re here? ”