With a few clicks of heels you could hear a few people coming up to you at the cafeteria table. You bring your attention to three girls; one smiles and waves ecstatically, one crosses her arms and waves awkwardly, and one sits right across from you.

Mini flashes a faux smile, her hand brushes away her blonde hair with her red manicured hand and her blue eyes picked you apart in seconds.

“You’re new.” It wasn’t a question, it was a fact. “My name is Mini, remember it…What’s yours?” The question seemed to be a second thought.