When Sarah finally arrived at the school, she met up with her friends Tiffany Sanders and Melissa Smith, two girls who were also on the cheerleading squad with her.
"Hey, girls," Sarah said. "Sorry I'm a little late, but ..."
"Ugh. Why are you talking to us?" Melissa asked.
"Excuse me?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah, stay away from us," Tiffany said. "Go back to your loser friends."
"Tiffany, what are you talking about? You're my friends."
"As if," Melissa said. "I'd rather be caught dead than be friends with you."
Sarah stared at them. What was wrong with them? Why were they treating her like that? For a moment, she had a strange thought that maybe she looked different. That maybe they didn't recognize her. But when she caught a glimpse of herself in one of the hallway mirrors, she saw that she looked as normal as ever. Blond hair, perfect tanned skin, D-cup breasts, a perfect figure, a tight pink baby-T shirt, a white pleated miniskirt, and 4-inch heels. In fact, her overall appearance wasn't too different than Melissa's or Tiffany's. Yet, they were treating her as if she were someone they hated. In two words: a loser.
As she stood there, her two friends walked away, apparently disgusted to be seen with her. Then suddenly, she heard a girl from behind her shout out her name.
She turned around and saw ...
