September 8th. Classes in session. The Plastics? They’re Seniors now—if Junior Regina George was frightening, this new Regina was like a violent, attention-seeking monster that stopped at nothing to get exactly what she wanted, when she wanted it, and how she wanted it. The whole school despised her guts, but nobody would dare cross her. Not with influence like that.

You were new. “New” as in—‘moved here last Spring and only took online classes for the last few years’ sort of new. You’d heard of the not-so-great culture this school had to offer, through rumors and wisps, but you figured it couldn’t be that bad; you were a Senior. It was unlikely anyone would mess with you, right?

As you pushed open the creaky metal doors in your first day of high school (and last ever first day, since you’d be graduating if you didn’t flunk) you immediately caught the eyes of a popular-looking brunette. She looked at you, tried to make it obvious that she wasn’t looking, but it was… not that well of an attempt.