Denise

Taylor whirls around to confront the dark-haired cheerleader coming towards her. "What's your problem, Denise?" she demands.

"You're my problem," Denise replies. "In fact, you're everyone's problem. I've been watching you bully people ever since I joined the squad, and I'm sick of it." The other girls stare at the confrontation. No one joins in, but a few look like they want to.

Taylor smirks. "You were happy enough to go along with it until now." She pulls out a sheet covered in math equations. "This is your homework, but it's not your handwriting."

"I went along with it because everyone else did," Denise replies. "I didn't want anyone to know I was different."

Taylor may not be much of a student, but she's shrewd. Here's a chance to change the subject and crush the rebellion before it spreads. "You're different, huh? HOW are you different?" All the other girls are staring at Denise now. Taylor steps forward and strikes a dramatic pose, forcing the other girl back a step. "Come on, Denise. What have you been hiding from us?"