Taylor and her court

You head to the steps where Taylor usually sits with Meagan, Hannah, and Tawny. Taylor always sits on the concrete post at the top of the stairs while the other girls sit on the stairs below her. Taylor usually scans the arriving students to pick out ones for ridicule on their style of dress, mannerisms, hair, makeup, boyfriends, girlfriends, etc while her fawning sycophants nod in agreement.

You find a place where you can see Tawny from behind and the heads of the other three. You concentrate on Tawny. You wish that she believes she is the sexiest, most desirable girl on campus, but knows others do not think so, so she must prove it by seducing as many of the senior girls' boyfriends as possible, having sex with every hot guy in school, then working her way through every athlete to let everyone know only a really sexy girl could seduce so many guys.

You then turn your attention to Megan, Hannah, and Tawny. You wish each secretly despised Taylor, but thought the other two loved her, so she had to pretend to like Taylor to remain in the cool clique.

For fun, you wish Taylor had a huge zit on the side of her nose that she has yet to notice, and the other girls would say nothing about. You also wish that Taylor's mom had prepared a spinach omelette for Taylor that morning, and Taylor ended up with a huge green patch of spinach stuck to her front tooth, and once again her three underlings said nothing, but thought it was hilarious. To wrap it up, you wish that once Taylor sees her new zit and her teeth, she will become enraged that no one told her.

Before you approach, you wish that Hannah, Meagan, and Tawny all now found you super sexy, and the sound of your voice made them horny, and they would do anything to make you like them.

You walk up to the four. "Hello, ladies," you say.

You watch Hannah, Meagan, and Tawny's faces light up. "Hello, John," they say in unison.

"You got my book report, loser?" asks Taylor.

"Yep, The Scarlet Letter," you say. You pull the book report out of your backpack and wish Taylor does not read it before turning it in, as you wrote a report how the Scarlet Letter was a lower back tattoo on Hester Prynne that meant she loved anal sex, and Dimmesdale and Chllingworth were gay lovers, and the Puritans in Boston played basketball all day while making the Aztec Indians do all the work. You struggle not to laugh as you hand it to Taylor who slips it in her own backpack after only checking to see if her name was on the cover.

"Thanks," she says. "Now if you'll excuse us..."

You let loose a chuckle at how the stuck up diva Taylor looks with a piece of dark green spinach covering all of one of her front teeth and a big zit on her nose. The other girls, however, all are beaming at you.