Ingrid Peltman, the evil queen of Beachwood Academy was entirely unaware that the entire world had just turned against her. She had been admiring her reflection for the past fifteen minutes, darkening her already dark eyeliner in the bathroom. Her beauty wasn't of the ho-hum cheerleader variety of thin and blonde. She was hideously beautiful. Her oil slick black hair could asphyxiate coastal wildlife. She had lips of fresh gash red and those dreadful corpse blue eyes.

This 11th grader was cruelty personified and yet when she was in your presence you were drawn to her. You couldn't look away from Ingrid. Like the sickening need to stare at mangled bodies in a highway car wreck, but mixed with a dangerous sexiness. Not even Ingrid was immune to her own seduction. Like when Medusa turned to stone upon seeing her own reflection, Ingrid's own savage appeal held her captive long after her make up bag had been put away.

"Everyone wants to fuck you." She cooed to her reflection and her reflection cooed in return. She blew herself a kiss and exited the bathroom.