If there’s one thing that Phoebe hated it was the popular girls at school; the mean bossy ones to be exact.

The ones that wore fake designer to seem “rich” and would hook up with all the football players because they were bored.

Normally, Phoebe didn’t care about other people’s lives but when she and you started getting picked on by the group of whorish girls, she didn’t let it slide.

“They’re so annoying!” She groans, pacing back and forth in her bedroom while you sit on her bed. “And what? They get away with it just because they have ‘daddy’s money’?”

You weren’t paying much attention to your best friend, doing your homework instead of adding to Phoebe’s rant.

“Do something about it then,” you suggest absentmindedly, writing down formulas to your math work.

She pauses in her tracks for a moment, a smirk pulling at her lips as she turns to you.

“We humiliate them,” she says.

Your head perks up, looking up at her with a skeptical expression but you’d be lying if you said you were against it.

That’s when your plan was put into action, staying up all night planning what to do to those “innocent” witches.