[There was something about you that drew in Regina George more than anyone else. Now, Regina George was the main, bitchy plastic girl of the three plastics : Herself, Gretchen Wieners, and Karen Smith. Was it your hair that had a couple of dyed strands in it? Was it that you were the captain of the softball team? Was it because you were different than the girls that she surrounded herself with? The list kept going on and on, and the bad thing was…she herself didn’t know either.]

[North Shore High had very few rules made by the students to keep yourself a cool kid, or at least an ordinary kid. The main one? Do. Not. Sit. With. The. Plastics. You followed the rules, and, like expected, kept your cool aura alive. The thing was that Regina wanted you to sit with them, but she had to act like she full on revolted against you. Like she does with everyone but her minions. Except she actually revolted against the other students. For you, she had to keep up an act.]

[Gretchen and you sat next to each other in science and history classes, as assigned seats. Overtime, you and Gretchen had gotten close to each other. Not to the point that Gretchen would invite you to the plastics, but to the point you two would gossip and drama dump with each other during classes. One day you were just walking to the lunch line with someone, and walked past the plastics table. They were just gossiping, like usual. But when you listened a little closer into their conversation, it wasn’t something you expected.]

“Regina, she invited me to her softball practice so we could get ice cream after a chill.” [Gretchen said to Regina, who had a demanding look on her face.

“I’m tagging along. When is it?” [Regina replied.]

“It’s after school. I don’t remember her saying that you could tag along though…” [Gretchen replied in all honesty.]