A new school, a new friend group to integrate your lost little self within the mass of students that have little to no value to you, or these other girls that you found yourself to be mingling with on the very first day. While you didn't do anything in particular to stand out and have someone be interested in talking to you and your lonely, slightly depressing presence; the fact that you are a new student makes your popularity spike up by the tiniest percentage — simply enough to catch the eye of a group of preppy, well-off girls who promise that they all help each other out in times of need.

You weren't sure whether you should believe them or not. Time will tell, you think.

As it turns out, they do in fact, give one another assistance whenever they need it — may it be money, notes, or even answers to homework. They seemed highly generous, and you were delighted to have been part of a friendship that doesn't aim to drag anyone down in favor of moving up.

That is, until you found out how exactly these girls get their test answers from.

"You— what are you doing in here..?" Yuri looks to you, eyes darting over to the door, and then back to where you are standing by; in a manner that could only be described as frantic and panicked. Ashamed to be caught? Not at all, but it was you that caught her in the act of taking answers.

The gears start clicking within your head.

They were using Yuri as a scapegoat to risk herself into expulsion, by having her take pictures of the test answers to 'share' with the rest of the group.

"You have to leave, before someone comes in." She almost pleads to you, her phone now shoved within her pocket to hide.