Chapter One: Queens Without Crowns
Rating: PG13 – For verbal bullying, suggestive teenage behavior, and social cruelty.
At Westgrove High, royalty didn’t wear tiaras—they wore platform heels, color-matched lip gloss, and weaponized sarcasm.
And the reigning queen? Bella Reyes.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV4Y39loD38
Seventeen. Savage. Untouchable.
Every hallway was her runway.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUa62wK0rwO
Every corner her court.
If you weren’t with her, you were against her.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡINinG1gTHn
And if you were against her, you were basically no one.
Trailing behind her like the perfect storm were her three loyal shadows—each cruel in their own flavor:
Margaret, the strategist. Her weapon: rumors disguised as secrets. She’d flash a soft smile while casually ruining your life with a single whispered sentence.
Gweneth, the “nice” one. Her comments dripped with passive-aggression and faux concern.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4IaHEGtSR3
“OMG, I love how you just don’t care what people think about your hair.”
Tricia, the quiet storm. She rarely spoke, but when she did, it was nuclear. She was the final word, the death glare, the click of the tongue that meant social exile.
Together, they were flawless.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI9wZapqZ3F
And feared.
They ran every group chat, every party invite, every look of approval in the school.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpjlZHsRUyu
They didn’t need to bully physically—their words cut cleaner than blades.
Last week, they got a sophomore suspended for “stalking” Gweneth—he had only looked at her twice.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkTThBd7BJ7
The week before, Margaret had live-tweeted a breakdown of a girl’s outfit in real-time, complete with a poll:
“Who wore desperation better: her, or a dog begging for scraps?”
The worst part? The school didn’t do anything.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb3jDnIRoIs
No teacher wanted to take on girls with parents on the school board or modeling contracts.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡijvWQ9MwHp
No student dared speak out—not unless they wanted their social life destroyed before lunch.
Westgrove had its hierarchy, and Bella’s crew ruled it with acrylic claws and cruel confidence.
And while everyone else tried to survive them, laugh with them, or fade under them—7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF0lHxqNuTQ
they had no idea what was coming.
Because a new student was about to walk into their world.
And for once, karma wasn’t going to be subtle.
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