"Okay, losers, our deadline is near, so I expect one hundred percent out of all of you!"

You were a member of the Westerburg High yearbook committee. Which would've normally been a good thing, except for the fact that the head of the club was none other than Heather Duke, member of the most powerful clique in school - and totally rude. The group had a silent understanding of the fact that they were really the only thing Heather had control over in this school, though, so they kept quiet about it.

She strode over to the table you were sitting at, slamming her perfectly manicured hand down on the desk in front of you.

"You. What's your name?"