Texts the snob

Mercedes was delighted; she immediately texted Rosemary, who was labelled "snob" in her contact list:

Mercedes: Hey Rosie, look what I've found (attached was a picture of what she discovered).

Rosemary replied about 40 minutes later, as soon as she read the message from Mercedes, who was labelled "chav" in her contacts. She tried to be forceful, but she was actually just full of panic, knowing Mercedes held her whole future in her hands.

Rosemary: Delete that now, or I'll make you regret it, you little skank.

Mercedes: I don't think so; you're going to be my little bitch or your whole life will be in tatters.

Rosemary: What do you want? I'll pay you whatever you want.

Mercedes: I don't want money. You backed down very easily, that's good because you're going to learn how to follow my orders from now on, right until the end of sixth form, your main goal is to make me happy. You're going to come round to ours, and I'm going to give you a little makeover, don't worry, you know how good I am from my BTEC course, but first I need to know what I'm working with. So strip off and send me a completely naked picture of yourself in your mirror. Make sure to smile.

Rosemary: No chance. Who on earth do you think I am? I'm not some filth like you and your mates.

Mercedes: That's fine. I'll go to the police with this evidence now.

Rosemary: No please. How do I know you won't show it to anyone?

Mercedes: I won't as long as you start doing what you're told and stop arguing back.

Rosemary's next text was just an attached image, a nervous smile on her face, completely naked in her mirror.

Mercedes smiled, this was easier than she thought. Turns out Rosemary shaved, completely hairless downstairs, Mercedes smiled at that. She had decided whatever style Rosemary had, she was going to make her go the opposite, so if she was hairy, she was going to get her shaved, but now that Rosemary was shaved, she wasn't going to be for much longer. Mercedes started typing her next reply.