Lauren to Lozza

The fucking COVID pandemic has ruined my life. My father's business has absolutely been ruined, leaving my father to be unable to afford even the basics, so now I have to attend a shitty run-down college because he can't afford to fund my lifestyle. But the worst is that we lost our home and had to move to a run-down estate. The house was crap, and the neighbours seemed like a bunch of losers. I've moved here with my father, mother and brother who is a year older than me, I'd just turned 18 and thought the rest of my life would be a breeze, but now I'd need to find a part-time job while also studying.

My name is Lauren, I'm 5"5, long brown hair and blue eyes. Not to brag, but I'm stunning and smart, but my downside is with my privileged life, I'm not street smart.

At college, I stood out like a diamond in the rough. I'd gone to private school, and if I knew what was going to happen to my father's business, I would have found myself in a better place than this, but it seemed the best out of limited options. I noticed my neighbour, who I hadn't spoken to yet, went to this college; she was a big, loud girl, rough-looking.

All these losers here looked poor; their uniforms (why did a rundown college even have uniforms?) were faded, and they didn't even wear them properly; loose ties; shirts were unbuttoned and untucked; nothing like the standards set at my school. Reghill college uniform was cheap-looking; I knew I still oozed class; I entered the college toilets and felt like running right away; they utterly stink; there is graffiti everywhere; a group of tough-looking skanky girls barged in behind me, including my new neighbour, with a mix of curiosity and disdain; they eyed me up and down before my neighbour spoke.

"Hey, posh girl, your uniform's all wrong," her tone dripping with mockery.

I refrained from speaking, my heart beating wildly in my chest as I tried to control my trembling lips. Sweat trickled down the back of my neck as I made a quick assessment of the situation.

One of the other girls jumped in, the super skinny and most slutty looking one and said, "Hey, I'm Jess. We basically run this college, but lucky for you, we are giving you a chance. Do you want to be part of our gang or one of our victims? , I didn't really know what to say, but I quickly made a decision: if these losers run the college, then I'd quickly take over, so I'd keep them close for now, so I agreed.

My neighbour smirked and said she was happy I'd agreed. She then introduced herself (Becky) and the other girls (Jess, Dani, and Aimes). Her next few sentences made me furious, but as I was surrounded in the small bathroom by all of them, I saw no way of disagreeing. "So first, you will have basically an initiation phase into our group. The first thing is, your nickname will be "Lozza." It will help knock the posh out of you, and we are going to spread a little rumour, and if anyone asks you about it, you'll go along with it, agreed?.

What is the rumour? I asked nervously, and Becky just smiled and told me, "Don't worry about that yet; first, you are wearing the uniform all wrong; we'll help you with that.