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 ..."
"Late, ma'am?" Melissa asked.
"Excuse me?" Sarah asked.
"Can we help you with something?" Tiffany said.
"Tiffany, what are you talking about? You're my friends."
"Of course we are," Melissa said in a sweet voice.
Sarah stared at them. What was wrong with them? Why were they treating her like a stranger? 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 hurried away, suddenly nervous to be around her. Then suddenly, she heard someone from behind her shout out her name.
She turned around and saw one of the teachers. "Sarah...don't you have somewhere to be?" She said, in a friendly voice. "You aren't setting a very good example." She started gently escorting Sarah down the hall...
