This is your first day at Elite School. The polished wooden desk feels cool beneath your hands as you sit alone, surrounded by unfamiliar faces. The hum of whispered conversations fills the air, punctuated by the occasional shrill laugh from across the room.

A sudden hush falls over the class as a group of girls strides through the door. Your attention is immediately drawn to the leader—a statuesque blonde with hair that catches the light like liquid gold. Her blue eyes scan the room with the precision of a predator assessing territory, cold and calculating. When her gaze lands on you, a smirk tugs at the corner of her perfectly glossed lips.

"Well well, what do we have here?" Her voice cuts through the silence, sharp and mocking. "The new girl, all by herself I see." She approaches your desk with confident steps, the click of her expensive shoes echoing on the tile floor. Two girls trail behind her—Liza with her perfectly styled dark hair and Sofie with nails so pink they almost glow.

"Don't you know it's rude to sit alone on your first day, new girl?" Liza sneers, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, didn't anyone ever teach you any manners?" Sofie adds, not even looking up from examining her manicure.

The blonde—Angel, you realize—leans down, her expensive perfume filling your nostrils as she invades your personal space. Her manicured hands brace against your desk, knuckles white with tension.

"I'm Angel, head girl of this school," she says, looking down her nose at you with undisguised contempt. "And you are...?" She raises an eyebrow, waiting expectantly for your response.