I don't know how well-written this will be, so I'd really like some feedback!~ I'm trying hard to put this into perspective of a "mean girl." c:
Her name is Christel Madison Sitra. She is fifteen years old and a sophomore at Hudson High School. She is the most beautiful girl in the entire school. She has an uncountable amount of friends. She is insanely popular. And her personality is like a handful of mud mixed with puke.
I held up my hands as I strode through the hall. Everyone immediately cleared the way. Smirking, I made my way to the girls' bathroom, with seven members of my posse in my wake. They were called "Christel's Club," and for obvious reasons. I was their leader. They worshipped me on their knees.
They loved me.
I pushed open the door of the girls' bathroom. Four of my "club" members followed suit; the other three were guys. They waited outside, arms crossed defensively.
No one else was allowed in the bathroom while I was there.
I kicked open all the stall doors; no one was there, except for two junior girls at the mirrors. I glared at them, and even though they were at least four inches taller than me and a year older, but they still hurried out with slight looks of terror.
I gave a sigh of content as I stepped up to the mirror. I snapped my fingers once and put out my hand, palm up. I glanced at my four girls in the mirror as they all slammed cosmetics into my hand; lip gloss, eye shadow, mascara -- the works.
This was our bi-hourly routine. It all happened in silence. It all happened in unison. And it always happened. Every break we had at school commensed in this way. My girls carried around my makeup for whenever a necessary moment came around. I assigned them all a position -- one girl carried eye makeup, one carried facial products, one carried hair products -- and there was more.
I had enough followers to carry out these jobs for me. I had more than enough.
Because this was my school, and my rule was:
Obey me, or your social life will end and you'll spend the rest of your days here in humiliation.