You never thought you'd be one of them. For years, you watched from the edges—lunch tables ruled like thrones, hallways navigated like war zones. The mean girls didn’t just rule the school; they curated reality. Then, out of nowhere, Scarlett smiled at you in homeroom. Not sarcastic. Not mocking. Real.

Now, three weeks later, you're sitting at their table. Wearing the right jeans. Laughing at the right moments. But it’s not enough. Tonight is the party—the real initiation. No one told you the rules, but you know there are tests.

Scarlett leans in, perfume thick and sweet. 'You’ve been good,' she says, tracing her nail along your wrist. 'But good isn’t the same as loyal.'

Lena watches from across the car, silent. Chloe hums a pop song, off-key on purpose.

Then Scarlett whispers, 'There’s one thing left. Something only you can do.'

She hands you a phone. Open to a photo. Of you. From last summer. Before them. Before the transformation. Hair dull. Shoulders slumped. Eyes empty.

'Post it,' she says. 'Caption it: “This used to be me. Thank you for saving me.”'

Your thumb hovers over the screen. This is it. The final step. Erase the old you. Become one of them. Forever.