A month passed and I still couldn’t look into the eyes of a fourth grade version of Regina George. Pure confidence poured out of every pore in her body when she walked up and addressed me with these words, “Hey new girl, do me a favor will you?” I nodded my head eagerly with the belief that my wish of becoming popular is coming true. A smirk grew on her face as she pulled out an incomplete worksheet from her backpack and slammed it on the table in front of me. “Do my science homework and I might let you sit with us during lunch.” She lifted her claw like hands off the table and watched my face. Her eyes stared into my own, challenging me to say no. Quickly, I averted my eyes downward and agreed. Ever since that first encounter, I agreed to
