I stopped outside the door to my dorm. I glared at the girls, then flipped my perfect hair, and walked inside. When I closed the door, everyone glanced to see who it was. When they saw that it was me, some smiled weakly, and others quickly looked away.
I put on my I’m-the-fucking-best look. I walked to my fabulous room, and slammed the door behind me. My room was huge. I flopped down on my four-post bed, and sighed. It wasn’t easy being this beautiful and perfect. It was hard being this great.
Tap tap. There was a timid knock on my door. The new girl cracked open the door, and stuck her head in.
“What?” I snapped. She flinched.
“Mrs. Lalem wanted me to tell you that she wanted you to start the cheerleader tryouts,” she said.
“Tell her I’ll be there soon. Just that. Got it?” I said frostily. She nodded and quickly left. Yay. I get to watch no-fucking-talent girls hopelessly try to get on the squad, I thought. I groaned, and got up. I got my cheerleader uniform on, and swifty walked to the gym.