I got to my locker and the happiness on my face drained as I stared at the Shrew in front of me with her crews.

Jenny...

They smirked as they rested on the side of my locker as they eyed me but that of Jenny was much more different, it was full of raw hatred and jealousy.

It was visible on her face.

Trying to act like they were invincible, I moved closer to my locker and gasp at the mean things, they wrote on it.

Bitch...

Whore...

Slut...

Wench...

Loser...

I stared with agitation at Jenny who was taking her time skinning me alive with her eyes.

"Are you...