It's going to be a great day… Trixie Harrison whispered to herself as she walked confidently along the halls of Blake Covey High School. She had just come from the Principal March's office and had learnt that she was in charge of organizing her class's Senior Prom.
Ever since she entered B.C. High, she had always wanted to organize a major school event. She liked it when people appreciated her work. Her determination, along with her good looks, had won her a spot in one of the high schools most exclusive clique. Amber, Hailey, Michelle and Trixie were the most popular girls in school. Blonde Amber "The Queen" Maybel was their leader, being captain of the cheer squad meant she was the alpha, her royal highness; all the jocks were practically on their knees at the sight of her. Red-head Hailey "The Beta" Reynolds was always second to Amber, always following her around and telling Amber how great she was. Michelle "Sports Babe" Burns was forever on the track, in the courts or at the pool. She was the best athlete in the school, and she knew it. And finally, Trixie, "The Teen Dream" Harrison. Now, Amber may be the alpha, but the spotlight was always on Trixie, perfect Trixie, a straight-A student, member of the Student Council, musical genius and everyone's favorite girl. She was unstoppable, while the jocks were drooling over Amber; all the other boys in school had their eyes on Trixie. She was sweet and caring, as Amber was snooty and obnoxious. Trixie and Amber were in a constant silent battle against each other, trying to best each other. This job was what Trixie needed to finally oust Amber and win their little feud, then they'll never see each other again. Trixie couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces. She glanced at the empty list as she posted it on the bulletin board; she hoped by the end of the 3 days, the list would be full.
"Uh, Trixie, what are you doing? And why are you touching the LOSER board?" Amber's high-pitched voice broke the serenity of mind. Oh no you don't Amber…
"I'm putting up a paper in which people can sign if they want to help me organize our Senior Prom. It's called a sign-up sheet."
"Oh, well then to bad, guess since you're gonna be busy for the next two months, you won't be able to find yourself a date." Amber let the last word hang in the air. It hit Trixie right on target. Don't show weakness, don't show weakness… Trixie told herself.
"Oh don't worry, I'll find a date, say what, if I have a really hot date for the Prom, you'll do everything I say for the first week of summer, if I don't get a hot date I'll be YOUR slave."
"Deal!" Amber shouted, she stuck out her hand; Trixie didn't bother to take it. She just gave Amber her sweetest smile and started talking to the people who have lined up and where now signing their names on the paper. Trixie felt confidence in her.