It was a normal day at Wawanakwa High. That is to say, as normal a day can be when the school is completely and utterly batshit.
There were two 'cliques' at Wawanakwa, and, as all cliques in trashy rom coms seem to be, they were enemies. The current students were unsure of how this had come about - there were old stories of someone's dad pouring cold minestrone in someone else's mom's hair, but those were just stories - just rumours. The important thing to know is that the two cliques were enemies - and they always would be.
Right?
The entire ethos of the school pandered to this idea of feuding sides. Principal McClain - though the jury was out on how legitimate his power was - worked so hard to keep the status quo that he'd split the school into houses.
As said earlier - Wawanakwa was batshit.
The houses were the Bass and the Gophers, and depending on family lineage, grades, and hotness, the students were sorted into them. It wasn't like a Harry Potter style 'have a hat shout out your house to the rest of the school in a traumatising and ultimately kinda abusive experience', oh no.
The Wawanakwa Sorting was far worse.
Students had to compete in an almost pageant-like contest judging their academic ability, whether they were 'old money', and if them in a swimsuit could get either the Principal or his secretary Mildred - or, as she insisted the students call her, Blaineley - turned on.
A hat seems a much fairer experience.
The hotter, smarter, and wealthier students tended to end up in Gophers - though if you asked them, it was all a coinky dink. Such a coinky dink was that Heather Capulet, McClain's estranged daughter, was the secondary Head Girl for the Gophers. His niece, Gwendolyn Montague, was the Head Girl for the Bass. Heather and Gwen had their own private feud, and most of it was to do with who-stole-who's-boyfriend - though ultimately, that doesn't actually have any effect on this story.
It was a normal day in Wawanakwa High - but that wouldn't be the case for much longer.