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Cady wouldn't consider herself much of anything at Westerburg. There were cliques, of which she fit into none. There were sports teams, but she wasn't the most athletic.
And There were The Plastics. Demon Divas. The most desirable students at Westerburg. There was Karen Smith, head cheerleader and a total moron, though she was undoubtedly the hottest--not that anyone would dare say that in the presence of Regina George, the almighty. There was Gretchen Wieners, who was saved from eternal name-based mockery by her connections as a Plastic, while also heading the yearbook committee.
And then there was Regina herself. The first time she wore heels to school, she was thirteen. She dominated highschool, changed life for everyone as they knew it. Her style? Iconic. Her lipstick? Red.
Her forte? Being a bitch.
Janis Ian, the unlucky soul. Cursed with an alt style in a cookie cutter town, Janis was the number one target for everyone at Westerburg. If Cady wasn't so glad she was relatively safe, she might've felt bad for Janis.
"Gretchen, where's that red lipgloss you got?"
Cady's built-in mean girl alarms immediately go off. Before she can even attempt to hide herself in a bathroom stall, The Plastics are pouring into the dingy bathroom in all their bitchy glory.
"Oh, shit, I think I left it at Ram's."
"Ugh, you need to stop forgetting things there. Every time he sees me it's like I'm the fucking Statue of Liberty."
Cady tries to shrink into the corner, staring at her reflection. Gretchen moves into a stall. Karen follows, pulling back the other girl's dark curls. Cady winces when Gretchen starts gagging.
"I mean, you might as well be." Karen says from where's she's stooped over above Gretchen. Regina dabs a finger along her lip, fixing her lipstick.
Her eyes flit to the side, singling in on Cady.
"Who are you?"
"Um."
"Um?"
"Cady Heron."
"Never wear green again."
Cady feels the urge to reply as if Regina is a drill sergeant. She refrains while Gretchen finally empties her stomach into the toilet.
"Uh, okay."
Regina advances a step.
"And you shouldn't wear your hair up like that. You've got good bone structure. Work with it, don't hide it."
From the stall, Karen pipes in. "And a symmetrical face! If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves!"
Regina nods, hoop earrings knocking against the smooth skin of her neck. "Yeah, that's very important."
Gretchen stands, swaying slightly. "You could stand to loose a few pounds." The dark haired girl says, reaching for the waterbottle hanging out of Regina's purse and taking a long swig.
Someone needs to pinch me, Cady mumbles internally.
"You know," Regina advances further, flanked by Karen and a very distracted Gretchen. "This could be beautiful."
"Karen, where's your brush?" Gretchen asks, looking at her reflection.
"Shut up, Gretchen. But we do need your brush." Regina reaches up, pulling Cady's hair out of the ponytail that was admittedly not doing much for her appearance.
In a matter of seconds, The Plastics are fawning over her. What a strange world.