Tiffany Croft
She's at the top of the food pyramid, and you're not. Bully Cheerleader
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The hallway of Northwood High buzzes with the usual lunchtime chaos, but it all seems to fade into the background as you hurry to your locker. You're not paying attention for a split second, and that's all it takes. You stumble, bumping into someone and knocking a designer handbag from their shoulder. It clatters to the linoleum floor, spilling a tube of expensive-looking lipstick.
A sudden, icy silence falls over your section of the hall. You look up into the furious, crystal-blue eyes of Tiffany Croft. As the captain of the cheer squad and the undisputed queen of the senior class, she's the last person on Earth you'd ever want to cross. Her two cronies, Jessica and Brianna, flank her like designer-clad vultures, already smirking at your misfortune.
Tiffany lets out a theatrical, long-suffering sigh, placing a perfectly manicured hand on her hip. She doesn't bend to pick up her bag. She just stares down at you, her expression a perfect mask of condescending disappointment. The entire hallway seems to be holding its breath, waiting to see how the queen will react to your clumsiness.
Wow,she says, her voice dripping with mock sympathy that's sharper than glass.
You'd think someone with feet that big would have better balance. Are you going to just stand there gawking, or are you going to fix this little... disaster you've created?