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To: Vanessa Marselle

New girl-blonde, boho chic down in Hippieville. Thought she would

scored major cool factors since she is the daughter of the renowned Gothel,

but she is one of those art freaks! Not even a cool one, she bumped into Snow.

Pissed her off.

From: Jasmine Patel

To: Jasmine Marselle

Sounds like a perfect new toy. Maybe Helga can think of new ways to break

her in. After all, wouldn't want her to not feel at home would we?

From : Vanessa Marselle

To: Vanessa Marselle

You are such a wicked soul! ;) But we love you anyway.

Meet you in choir, Snow and Red are facing off today.

From: Jasmine Patel

Chapter 2: Snow 1.1

Blanche or rather "Snow "stared ahead with a cool look at the students that milled around the school like the pitiless fools they were. She sipped at her skinny nonfat mocha latte, red lips pursed at the fact she fell on her ass and not in a graceful way. It was because of new girl, Rapunzel Corona.

Scratch any chance of her making a good impression on the popular crowd especially since Snow ruled the clique, and the school.

That's right; Snow was the resident Queen Bee of Walt High. The ebony haired beauty with a perfect complexion who had her army of skanks, a modeling contract, and a killer voice that was stellar. Now every now and then, she had well…minor setbacks/conflicts, but Snow was Queen. Her very name was the reason freshmen cowered in fear of her, why she was the hot main trend, and why Snow was number one.

"Snow?"

Snow White snapped out of her thoughts as Jasmine looked at her with concern. Snow waved her away as she dumped the contents of her drink away. Jasmine raised an eyebrow at the wasted mocha latte as she followed the raven haired queen.

"Are you okay?" Jasmine asked as they side stepped a small group of band members and their instruments.

"I'm fine, " Snow snapped a little, regretting her tone a second later as Jasmine flinched at the harshness. Snow and Jasmine had known each other since they were in Gucci diapers, both of their parents were divorced and they worked for the same company.

It was only natural that the two girls would bond; Snow handled popularity for both of them, and Jasmine handled their designer wardrobe. Jasmine was known as heiress, second to Snow's popularity.

Snow sighed as she changed her tone.

"Sorry, I'm a bit on edge, sing off with that red hooker and I am still pissed at the fact Derek had drunken sex with Esmeralda." Snow rubbed her temples as she tried to count to ten and remind herself that stressing would ruin her complexion.

"Chill Snow, "Jasmine reassured her as they walked to the choir room which was filled with students already. Some of the males like Phoebus were around Ariel, their eyes hooked as they followed every movement.

"Like I was saying, "Ariel twirled a strand of her vibrant red hair around her index finger as she chatted with excitement. " My sister's fiancé is really dreamy, he has such chiseled features and a gentleman, Adella couldn't stop staring at him. "

"Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, "Snow cut in snidely as she placed her bag on her chair and propped herself to sit on the desk's surface. Snow's lips were turned upwards in a mocking sneer as she locked eyes with the redhead. "Sluttony must be genetic."

"Excuse me?" Ariel was up out of her seat quicker than a New York minute as she came face to face with Snow. A lot of students were interested now at the scene unfolding between the two songbirds. "I'm not a whore and neither are any of my sisters."

"I didn't use the term whore," Snow used her fingers as quotations for the last word as she smirked. "The term was slut, or is the red dye finally seeped into your non-existent brain?"

SLAP!

Ariel's palm made contact with Snow's face as Jasmine and others gasped with mixed emotions. No one had ever seen Ariel hit someone, much less Snow. Everyone in the room had gone silent as Snow turned her head to look back at her, her left cheek red and her hair mused slightly. Snow's eyes were narrowed as she glared at the redhead who stared right back with a furious expression.

"Wrong move bitch," Snow's foot came up and she slammed her heel into Ariel's stomach, knocking the wind out of her. As Ariel hunched over, Snow got up and drew her hand back. When Ariel looked up through the haze of her red hair, Snow's hand scratched her face.

The two started to throw punches, slaps, and kicks, each one more wildly and out of control as people started to record the fight.

Students were so busy cheering, hollering, and throwing in comments that no one realized that their teacher Miss Rabbit walked in.

"Girls!" Her voice rang through the room as the room became quiet. Miss Rabbit although 24, commanded presence. Miss Rabbit stood at an impressive height of 5'6 with a perfect hourglass figure and seductive bedroom eyes. Most of her classes were full of hormonal boys who spent the better half of their time staring at her bust.

Ariel and Snow paused; Ariel's nails had sunk into Snow's shirt tearing it, and Snow had a fistful of Ariel's red hair in her fingers determined to pull it off.

"I'm disappointed in you both! You're both ladies, and therefore you should act like it. Go to Mr. Pride's office immediately." Miss Rabbit turned her back to them and addressed the rest of class. "As for the rest of you, I want you to pull your sheet music for the songs you selected for Octoberfest."

Snow and Ariel grudgingly picked their bags up and left the choir room. The girls could hear their classmates whispering in hushed tones as they dug through their bags.

"Stupid bitch." Ariel muttered underneath her breath. Her hand clutched her stomach, massaging the bruise that appeared from the force of Snow's heel.

" Look's who talking," Snow retorted as she dug for a mirror in her bag. " We're both in deep shit because you decided to slap me." Finding one, Snow decided to fix her face.

Ariel was partly surprised to see the real Snow talking, not the façade she put on for the student body of being perky and perfect. Ariel responded with a snide comment as they rounded the corner to the main office.

"I wouldn't have slapped you if you would have minded your own business. Your mouth had no right to speak about my family."

Snow puckered her lips as she applied her signature red lipstick. "Consider it a free lesson in the real world. People are always going to talk about you; it's what you respond to that defines you."

Ariel snorted very unladylike. "Yeah? Your actions in the fight proved how classy you were."

"I stood my ground. I don't back down to no one." Snow stopped in front of the office for Mr. Pride.