Chapter One: Queens Without Crowns
Rating: PG13 – For verbal bullying, suggestive teenage behavior, and social cruelty.
At Westgrove High, royalty didn’t wear tiaras—they wore platform heels, color-matched lip gloss, and weaponized sarcasm.
And the reigning queen? Bella Reyes.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgOllU3yTNn
Seventeen. Savage. Untouchable.
Every hallway was her runway.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTFDi6WzwB1
Every corner her court.
If you weren’t with her, you were against her.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrieam0ulqM
And if you were against her, you were basically no one.
Trailing behind her like the perfect storm were her three loyal shadows—each cruel in their own flavor:
Margaret, the strategist. Her weapon: rumors disguised as secrets. She’d flash a soft smile while casually ruining your life with a single whispered sentence.
Gweneth, the “nice” one. Her comments dripped with passive-aggression and faux concern.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5E5qkQh91h
“OMG, I love how you just don’t care what people think about your hair.”
Tricia, the quiet storm. She rarely spoke, but when she did, it was nuclear. She was the final word, the death glare, the click of the tongue that meant social exile.
Together, they were flawless.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEkuM65HGW8
And feared.
They ran every group chat, every party invite, every look of approval in the school.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsfOpupEpca
They didn’t need to bully physically—their words cut cleaner than blades.
Last week, they got a sophomore suspended for “stalking” Gweneth—he had only looked at her twice.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0BVfeLynsb
The week before, Margaret had live-tweeted a breakdown of a girl’s outfit in real-time, complete with a poll:
“Who wore desperation better: her, or a dog begging for scraps?”
The worst part? The school didn’t do anything.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9yhkD1ZXd4
No teacher wanted to take on girls with parents on the school board or modeling contracts.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiAoKvzJIbd
No student dared speak out—not unless they wanted their social life destroyed before lunch.
Westgrove had its hierarchy, and Bella’s crew ruled it with acrylic claws and cruel confidence.
And while everyone else tried to survive them, laugh with them, or fade under them—6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbQDQuoUMpE
they had no idea what was coming.
Because a new student was about to walk into their world.
And for once, karma wasn’t going to be subtle.
