Paulina started with the A-List.

It was quick, simple. Seven people who stood above all the rest. She put her name first, of course.

Status depended on three things. Money, likeability, and class. These three thing determined what list people ended up on.

They put down all the people off the top of their heads (mostly on the B-List) before searching more carefully through the school directory.

Name by name, they penciled in who ranked where.

The F-List was the easiest to complete. Ten people that stood out for all the wrong reasons. First name: Sam Manson. Paulina couldn't put her further from the elites.

At the end of the day, they only had two thirds of the students ranked. That left two-hundred and one students to track down (covertly), find their family situation, how well liked they were, and how they conducted themselves.

It was a long week and a half.

Becky started establishing an entire information network through all the levels of the school. She had feelers everywhere from the band geeks to the smokers.

It was the Tuesday before presenting the lists that Becky brought up the need for another list: a list for people who should under no circumstances should be bullied. A list of students who were already depressed.

She passed Paulina three names and left it in her hands. She thought of calling it the Watch List but perished the thought for being overly obvious. E would do.

Paulina sent her feelers out again, searching for problem students. Thursday she had two more names. Becky had four. The same two Paulina had found and two others, bringing the total to seven.

Seven people out of six-hundred and thirteen. That was over one percent. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't a lot. But that was seven people in her school; including a B-Lister she knew personally. She vowed never to overlook such a thing again.

She may never have the sheer influence that Becky held from the shadows, but she was going to make sure that she never missed something right in front of her again.

The final lists had three-hundred and fifty-seven students on the C-List, one-hundred and two on the B-List, and one-hundred and thirty-seven on the D-List. The bullying pool.

Paulina held no delusions about being a hero but with this, at least she knew they weren't monsters.

Becky pulled her into a bathroom one morning simpering apologies. The lists had leaked. She had a friend over for a project and forgot they were on her screen. She hadn't even left for more than five minutes to get drinks. She would immediately demote the person who leaked it and demote herself.

"It's fine." The Queen Bee stopped the tirade. "It doesn't matter if they see the lists. The E-List is still in my room and that's the important one. They can complain all they want but those lists are just a series of factual rankings."

Blinking slowly, Becky backs down. "I see. Yes, I suppose it's not a big deal. I'm still sorry for my carelessness. I'll be more careful." She promises and Paulina nods in acceptance. "What do you want done about the person who leaked it?"

"It's your choice." She states before leaving the bathroom. The lists are in Becky's hands and she can decide what happens. Any punishments, demotions, or even to ignore it - it's all in her hands. Her responsibility.

In the end, Paulina never finds out what Becky did; if she did anything at all. She keeps herself on the A-List saying it would be both hasty and pointless to remove herself. Even if she had demoted the offender, Paulina knows it will be useless to check. People change standing all the time and Becky is far too subtle to leave such an obvious trace.

So life carries on. The lists are updated once a month.

Meetings are held every-other week for the E-List.

And the A-Listers rule the school.