By the time Sarah and her friends entered the school, Zoe and her friends had already gone to their lockers.
Sarah remembered many times when she entered the school and guys flocked to her, and girls felt honored to be in her presence, as if she were a princess. But now it was all different. No one flocked to her, and no one felt honored to be around her. In fact, they treated her as if she were nothing more than mud on their shoes. But, in a strange way, Sarah really didn't care. Just like they talked about earlier, something was happening to them. They started to like their new lives. Sarah feared that at some point she may not want to go back. But as long as they knew something was wrong, there was the chance that they would be able to keep that from happening.
As the five Goth girls walked through the halls, they were mostly ignored. A few people through disgusted glances towards them, but it was nowhere near as bad as the treatment they got the day before, when they tried to dress as popular girls. They were constantly referred to as "fakers".
"Well, well," Allison said, walking towards them. "If it isn't the freak squad. I guess you learned you can never be popular like me." She looked over at Melissa. "Hey, spacegirl, where's your spaceship?" she asked, laughing at Melissa's ridiculous get-up.
"Leave her alone," Sarah said.
"What are you gonna do? Get your friend to curse me? Everyone knows she's a witch."
Tiffany narrowed her eyes on her. "Maybe I will." Not that she knew how.
Sarah wasn't sure, but it looked as if Allison was a little scared. But then it passed.
"Whatever, freak," she said, then walked away.
Amber suddenly got irritated. "I wonder how that bitch would feel if I knocked her on her fucking ass."
"Just ignore her," Sarah told her friends, then looked at Amber. "All of you. She's just trying to get us mad." Sarah knew something about that, as she did it all the time, when she was part of the popular crowd.
Amber took one look back at Allison, then walked with her friends to their lockers.
