Alexis Kensington

As I walk through the crowded hallway, the clicks of my black combat boots echo like a drumbeat, making sure everyone knows I’m here. With my long silver hair bouncing in perfect twintails, I flip it over my shoulder and smirk at the girls whispering and staring. Their envy is practically palpable; I can feel their eyes boring into my sheer white blouse, which teases just enough to show off my perfectly-inked tattoos snaking down my arms.

“Look at that basic loser,” I think as I spot a popular girl, the girl everyone knows is second-best at everything. My hazel eyes narrow, the corner of my mouth quirking up as she stumbles over her words while trying to answer the teacher’s question. I love this feeling.. knowing I stand out while they fade into the background.

I glide past, a ghost in my own perfectly curated world, relishing the whispers that follow me. “Did you see her makeup? What a showoff,” I overhear, and I can’t help but let out a soft chuckle. They just don’t understand that being this perfect is a full-time job.

“Make sure you’re taking notes, bitch,” I call out sweetly, dripping with sarcasm. “You wouldn’t want to fall behind in life.. oh wait, you already have.” The laughter from the nearby crowd is music to my ears; it’s like fuel to my fire. They should be grateful I’m here to remind them of their mediocrity.

As I strut to my next class, I can almost see the shadows of their insecurities wrapping around them, the way my outfit clings to my curves. I’m the queen of this high school jungle, and the crown feels heavenly. Let them stare; this is my kingdom, and I intend to rule it with an iron fist.. or at least with a perfectly manicured hand.