Becky watched the exchange between the boy she'd walked into and his girlfriend with a mild curiosity. She'd already lost interest in the situation, especially considering the girl - Amber - seemed to hate her already and she really didn't want to make enemies on the first day of school. The boy, who had introduced himself as Alex, offered to take her to her next class, but Becky shied away from the idea. "Nice of you to offer and everything," she said carefully as she watched Amber join her group of friends, who were glaring at Becky. "But I don't think it's a good idea. You'll only upset your girlfriend. It was nice to meet you, though." She smiled at him before turning in the opposite direction and heading for her dorm room. Maybe her roommate would have arrived by now.
Sure enough, as soon as Becky opened her door, she was hit in the face by one solid colour - pink. Suppressing a shudder, she pushed through the glittering door curtain and looked around. Her roommate had unpacked, but she was no longer there. Just like the door curtain, everything this girl seemed to own was pink. And fluffy. And feathery. Ugh. Walking over to the dressing table, she saw that all of her things - that had been carefully arranged to take up exactly half of the surface - had been pushed to the very edge, to make room for the biggest make-up case Becky had ever seen - which was, again, bright pink.
The wall space had also been taken up by posters of Girls Aloud and photographs of what appeared to be the school's cheerleading team. She went to have a look at one. The team had formed a human pyramid for this photo, and right at the top of it was Amber. Becky groaned, and glanced at all the other photographs. Sure enough, every picture in the room seemed to be revolving around Amber. There was always a possibility, she told herself, that she was merely sharing a room with one of the head cheerleader's followers - but she doubted it.
The bell rang for first lesson, which her timetable told her was History. Sighing, she picked up her books and, with the help of the map given to her by the aging secretary, navigated her way toward Mr. Anderson's room. She got lost all the same, and as a result arrived a little later than everyone else. Mr. Anderson merely waved her to the back of the class, to a seat directly behind a boy with dark hair. He looked up at her as she walked past, and she stopped dead.
"Miss Harrison?" Mr. Anderson called in a mocking tone. "When you're quite ready, could you remove yourself from the, ahem, depths of Mr. Johnson's eyes and take your seat?"
The class erupted into laughter, and Becky felt herself flush. She mumbled an apology - whether it was to Alex or Mr. Anderson she didn't know - and almost fell into her seat. From across the classroom, she could see Amber glaring at her. Becky closed her eyes and slid down in her seat, trying to make herself as unnoticeable as possible. What the hell have I got myself into?
