BROOKE.

NINA.

            if you could put a NAME to a mass of pure girly evil, her supposed 
                              best friend would top the list. and here she was,
                                        watching the strawberry blonde walk
             down the HALLWAY and she couldn’t help the ( slight bubble of rage )
                 that almost never found it’s way to the surface. she wouldn’t
                       EXACTLY say she was afraid of her, but she wouldn’t
                                   dare cross her. no one would, it was a rule
                    of thumb where they lived. she knew BETTER than ANYONE
             what the girl was capable of, having seen it herself on many occasions.
                 but she still waiting by her locker, because that’s what best friends
                             did. it was almost CONCERNING, emma and riley
                                  hadn’t shown up yet;— neither had any of
                           the boys. ‘ looks like they’re all LATE, ‘ she tilted her
                                  head slightly as the figure approached her,
                                                  a sort of pout set on her
                                                         pink tinted lips. 

                  brooke was always first to be there, then the rest, then nina as a fashionably
                     late entrance but here she was… approaching brooke’s locker and only
                brooke was there. that automatically set the strawyberry blonde into a FRENZY.
                       they all knew they were supposed to be here and her being there first
                instead of them was not acceptable. nina’s heel practically stomped the ground
                      as she took notice of their absence. ‘ WHERE the hell are they? don’t
                   they know they’re supposed to be here before me? guess not. ‘ she wasn’t
                     mad at brooke ; but it could mistaken that way with the glare she shot
                her way before pulling out her overly expensive phone and texting the absentees.