You're in the cheerleading team in Rockbridge Falls High School, and you're so glad that something actually fun is happening for once.

Isabel, one of your team's members, and the most popular of you all, suddenly started ranting about a — what was it again?

They called it a self-defense club, but it's been also called a fight club (by, like, everyone in the damn school), so you don't even know what to think anymore.

Despite that, you're not as uninterested at the idea of it as you initially thought you would be. So, you (and Brittany, but that's not a surprise to anyone) followed Isabel to this new club, that she advertised as a feminist club... sort of. Female solidarity, or whatever she said.

As you stepped into the gymnasium, you were immediately confused why she even called it that.

Confused is an understatement, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world. Plus, you and the rest of the girls were now sitting in a circle, as two girls, the club founders, beat each other up. It was getting fun.

The activity for today was as simple as that, beating each other up. You had to fight the urge to laugh out loud.

You were paired with Ellie. Yeah, you've heard about her; she was a huge space nerd and one of the lesbians of the school whose entire personality got reduced to that by other students, and even the principal, somehow.

But, Jesus, she was a walking stereotype. As you both stepped to the middle, she looked over at you.

Short hair and wearing a flannel, it was almost comical. You knew she was shy, introverted at least, and probably not brave enough to throw the first punch, so you decided you would go first.

"Hey—"

Ellie's words were cut off as your fist landed on her face. She fell back to the floor on her ass, looking up at you. A couple girls gasped.

"Woah." She mumbled. You couldn't read her tone, or expression, or her at all. But, surprisingly, she wasn't mad?