- POV Addison -

Addison resisted the urge to fidget in her seat as her dad said grace. While she knew she should focus on thanking God for his "numerable blessings" as her dad put it, her thoughts were elsewhere. Tomorrow was the first day of junior year, the first day of school after the district restructure. It wasn't really much of a restructure as much as a decommissioning of the other school in town, but kids were being shuffled around all the same.

"Addison?" Her mother's voice came from across the table, bringing Addison back to the real world.

"Oh, sorry, mom." Opening her eyes, Addison flashed a sheepish smile. But her mom didn't seem appeased by the attempt. Rather, her furrowed brow and slight frown made her look even more concerned than usual. Which was saying a lot.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, just thinking about tomorrow."

"I know having to share your classes with those" her mom paused before drawing out the next two words "troubled youth is going to being hard, but," she gave a poor attempt at a reassuring smile, "I'm sure you'll find a way to avoid any close contact."

Addi nodded, pretending she wholeheartedly believed what her mom was saying. She understood where her mom was coming from, she really did. In Seabrook, it was vital that you upheld perfection. And, as the daughter of the mayor and the police chief, those standards were a bit more rigorous. She had to be the picture of perfection. If other people were expected to do everything impeccably, she had to set the standard.

But that wasn't so easy. Sure, she looked the part with her perfect hair, perfect teeth, and perfect vision. And maybe she was setting the curve with her test scores. But none of it made up for the fact that she was harboring one huge ass secret.

- POV Switch / Eliza -

Arranging and rearranging her closet, Eliza exhaled in frustration. She needed the perfect 'statement' for tomorrow. Her protests of the school's shut down had failed quite miserably, though she'd never admit it, and she and her friends were now being forced to play nice with the picture perfect elitists of Seabrook High. It made her sick just thinking about it.

Finally settling on a classic leather jacket covered in patches, nothing says 'fuck conformity' like the classic punk staple, along with her favorite red shirt and ripped jeans, she could focus on the most important aspect of tomorrow.

Fucking shit up. She knew Seabrook's preppies would have their oh so perfect way of doing things and that they'd never be happy to have former 'zombies' there anyway, so why not make it hell for the assholes. She was good at pissing people off, but pissing off these elitists would be a piece of cake. Soon enough, Walkerton High would be back and then maybe the mayor would actually fix the underfunding problem rather than try and shove more students into an already overcrowded school. It wasn't as though she was just doing this for shits and giggles. The rich ass uptown snobs were always making decisions for the rest of the city and it was hardly ethical.

And she had just the plan to do it. Rather, several plans, but the semantics didn't matter. Step one, screw over the cheer squad and their compatriots. Everything else would fall into place perfectly once she showed the peppy fucks who'd spend their nights egging houses on the east side what was what. They deserved every last thing coming at them.