I am called Charlotte. I'm sitting opposite Zoe and gossiping about her to Tina, my mini-, erm, I mean "friend".
From Create Your Own Story
You refuse to clap along with the other girls, opting to turn up your nose and apply a new layer of your Christian Louboutin lipgloss. After all, Ms whoever-she-was said the Academy was going to turn you into a princess, but Daddy already called you his plenty of times, it would do nothing but just solidify your status.
You eye the other girls on your table, taking in the empty seat next to Tina with interest, but your eyes rest on the meek girl before you. A perfect victim lacks self-confidence, is too pitiful to actually make friends and won't do anything to stand up for herself - just like her.
You turn to Tina, "Isn't she sad? What does she think she's wearing?" Your eyes flicker over to hers and you see her hiding behind her menu. Hmm, this could be fun.
Do you:
- Start a terrible rumour about the girl
- Decide it's too late for this and just take a menu
- Wait until food is served to find a better way to humiliate the girl
Status (and obviously soon schedule) | ||
Mood | Devious | Equipment:
A gold sequined bodice dress, black heels and a purse containing and iPhone, debit card and designer lipgloss. |
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