Monica, softball player

The new girl had dark skin and braided hair. She looked rather tough built like a softball player. Brooke scowled feeling a threat to her authority. She had clearly natural curves too.

Brooke knew she had to make an example of this girl after class.

“My name’s Monica,” the girl said. “And I hope we can all get along. I joined the softball team as a designated hitter and I hope to bring some trophies to this school with the help of my girls.”

Brooke rolled her eyes. This new girl was trying to be a leader. Didn’t she know the hierarchy rules of high school?

As if that wasn’t bad enough, Monica sat down next to Brooke and held her hand out to shake it. “Hi, I’m Monica, what’s your name?” She said with a smile.

“My name? All you need to know is that I’m going to make your life a living hell,” Brooke said. “You’ll regret setting foot in this school.”

Monica raised an eyebrow. “I see… well just be careful who you mess with,” Monica said. “Because just know I’m prepared to fight back.”

Brooke ignored Monica for the rest of class trying to plot out what she could do to her later.