Bridgette adjusted her shirt. She shook her head and did it again. And again.

"HEY COURTNEY, I THINK MINE'S TOO SMALL!" she yelled into the bathroom. Courtney opened the door and Bridgette saw that hers was too small as well.

"You think they did this on purpose?"the brunette asked, playing with her ponytail.

"I'd be willing to bet money on it." Bridgette said, her blonde braids whacking her in the face as she turned to face her friend.

Courtney sighed enviously and picked up her book off of the bedside table. Bridgette flopped down on her bed beside her. "What'cha reading?" she asked. Courtney immediately slammed her book shut.

"NOTHING! It's nothing, I mean…ha-ha…" she said. Bridgette rolled her eyes.

"Yeah right it's nothing! Show me!" she said, and began chanting "Show me! Show me! Show me!"when Courtney buried her face in a pillow. Bridgette immediately stopped and a look of concern developed on her face.

"Courtney? What is it? I SWEAR I won't say anything." the blonde said, her eyes twisted into a look of sympathy.

Courtney looked up at the big eyes looking down at her, concerned. She wiped her eyes and sat up, clutching the book close to her chest. She saw the smile of her friend embellish her face in a glowing way and Courtney couldn't help but smile herself. Bridgette innocently smiled at her. If she only knew…

Bridgette exited the room, tugging at her shirt but still failing to make it go past her belly button. She rolled her eyes and sighed, and walked down the hallway, until she ran into another girl.

The one girl was not watching where she was going so her books immediately fell. Bridgette knelt down to help her pick them up, and noticed a…sketchpad. It confused her for a second until the girl quickly snatched it up and held it to her chest. Bridgette's eyes skeptically darted back to the pile of books and she handed them to the girl.

"Thanks." the girl said, one of the blue stripes in her hair falling in her face.

"Hi, I'm Br-" Bridgette started but the girl was already halfway down the hall. She sighed and walked on down the stairs in an attempt to find someone to be a friend.

Courtney, on the other hand, was not having amazing luck. She was trying to find someone to complain to about their uniforms being too small, but was having no luck, as the one person she ran into was the one she despised the most.

"Hello Princess. I see your uniform fits nicely." he said, eyes widened and his mouth open.

"Stop staring. It doesn't fit." Courtney argued, continuing on her way down the staircase. She walked up to the main office and stood at the desk.

"I'd like to file a complaint." she said to the tall, muscley man behind the counter, who was wearing a chef's hat. He growled in response.

Courtney growled back, and then the man picked her up and put her outside of the door. She was infuriated, turning red, as she walked off in defeat. Duncan, who was behind her, laughed.

"So the princess didn't get what she wants. What happens now?" he teased.

"If you don't shut your mouth I will personally punch your two front teeth out." she retorted and walked off, nose in the air. Duncan put his arm on her shoulders.

"I SAID leave me alone!" she screamed, stepping on his foot and running back up to her packed room.

"Who are these people?" she asked Bridgette.

"Oh, these are my friends. Leshawna, Gwen, Dawn, meet Courtney." the blonde explained, re-applying a coat of lip gloss.

The girl with the almost-white hair (Courtney presumed this was either Gwen or Dawn) spoke. "You should consider yourself fortunate because your aura tells me your every need was satisfied as a child."

Courtney's eye twitched and Bridgette smiled.

"Isn't she great?" she said, beaming.

Courtney gave her a look that clearly told her all she needed to know and walked out the door.

"What's her problem, girl?" the girl with the black ponytail asked.

"Oh, she's just mad about something, Leshawna. It'll pass." Bridgette said, rolling her eyes. The girl with the blue stripes in her hair put a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you SURE?" she asked. "She seems pretty ticked."

"Gwen, I'm sure. She's COURTNEY. It will pass." the blonde replied, blowing a piece of hair out of her face.

The four girls sat on the bed talking and giggling over whatever came to mind while Courtney sat out in the hallway. A blonde girl with a pink hair clip walked over to her.

"You're Kelly, right?" she said. Courtney gave her a weird look.

"You have the wrong person. I'm Courtney." she said. Is there a Kelly here?

The girl put on more of her sparkly pink lip gloss and helped Courtney up. "Hanna wants to talk to you." she said. "And I'm Lindsay."

"Cool…now Lindsay, who's Hanna?"

"Oh, you know her, she has long black hair and is really pretty…" Lindsay babbled.

"You mean HEATHER?" Courtney asked.

"Maybe that's her name…" Lindsay said, a stupid look on the blonde's face. Her blue eyes just batted as she stood there in shock.

Courtney shook her head in embarrassment as Lindsay started braiding her hair. "LINDSAY! We need to go meet Heather!" Courtney interrupted.

"OH RIGHT!" Lindsay said, shaking her head. She bounced up and down the hallway on her heels; Courtney was appalled at the height of those shoes on a girl her age.

Heather sat in a bench in the hallway observing. She winked at Lindsay who came running up. Courtney walked over calmly and smiled. Heather returned the gesture and said "So Courtney, you want to graduate, right?"

"Of COURSE." the brunette girl said, rolling her dark brown eyes. Heather's gray ones met hers.

"How do you feel about an alliance?" Heather asked.

"I usually fly solo, but okay." Courtney said.

As Courtney and Lindsay left Heather's light gray eyes narrowed. She knew the most threatening player and was going to make sure that they went down.

*CONFESSIONAL*

Heather: "An alliance is pure strategy. It gets me to the final three, I get rid of them when I don't need them, and I win. Piece of cake."

UNKNOWN: "Strategy is worth a try but true friendship you cannot buy. The one elimination seeks is only one whom havoc reeks."

(A/N: OOH! Liking the suspense of the first elimination clue? If you can guess who the mystery contestant is then I will put your OC in the story…)