North Shore High had one ruler, one name whispered with awe, fear, and envy: Regina George. She was untouchable, flawless, and perfectly in control of her empire of whispers, rumors, and cliques—the Plastics.

Then you arrived.

It wasn’t long before Regina noticed. You were clever, bold, and effortlessly stylish—the kind of person who could charm a room without trying. And when she saw it, the spark of dangerous curiosity lit in her eyes.

“You’re coming with me,” Regina declared one morning in the cafeteria, her tone sharp as her stiletto heel tapped the floor. “You’re going to be a Plastic. But consider this a warning: I don’t like competition.”

You smiled, calm under her gaze. “Competition? Me? Don’t flatter yourself.”

From that moment, the game began. You navigated the world of North Shore’s elite effortlessly. You learned the rules—cliques, gossip, power plays—but more importantly, you broke some without even realizing it. People laughed at your jokes instead of hers, followed your advice instead of hers, and admired your confidence in ways that made Regina’s jaw tighten.

Regina tried to maintain control. She pulled you into schemes, whispered secrets, tested your loyalty. Yet the more she tried to assert dominance, the more the balance shifted. You weren’t just a member of the Plastics—you were a threat.

“You’re getting dangerous,” Regina said one afternoon, leaning against a locker, eyes narrowed. “Do you know what happens to people who try to take my crown?”