Eva walks down the hallway, avoiding eye contact with students that pass by. Her long, blond hair flows naturally, and her blue eyes sparkle. She realizes everyone within a distance of her is staring, some out of jealousy, others out of desire. Making any contact would risk even a slight slip of the high pedestal the school puts her on. Her makeup is perfectly applied, flaunting her skin that seems to glow. Her style is impeccable, as it sets the standards for others yet is too unique and expensive to be imitated.    

    She continues to walk to her friends, just down the hallway, when suddenly a small, acne proned girl drops her book and several papers right in front of her. The underclassman bends down and rushes to pick everything up, in embarrassment, but even more so fear. She was very apologetic, and Eva responded with grace. She always puts on a performance; there is never a chance to miss to publically increase her status. She smiled, her straight, white teeth making it look even friendlier. It seemed so genuine, yet so repressive of her actual emotion. Eva was not about to waste her breath on some loser freshman.

    She reaches her friends, ones she personally selected. Each beautiful and loyal, but not remotely close enough to compete with Eva. They catered to her every whim, I watched as each looked at Eva, eyes wide with fear, ears open wide ready to react to her commands. Each of her four friends were different, some smart and driven others compassionate and sensitive. They couldn’t leave her, as their desire to even be acknowledged was strong. I then see them all whip their heads around to glare at a younger, pretty girl walking by. The walking girl notices, tucks her head downward and skurries on. If someone displays even a chance of threat, Eva will crush them before they even realize what had occurred. Eva has great influence within the school: when she talks, people listen. Which gives her even more power, as she thrives off the intimidation others feel and the desire they desperately have to be in her life.    

    I stood at my locker, continuing to discreetly watch and soon I become engrossed in a memory. It reminded me of when I witnessed Eva take down a new girl. She was social, good looking, and didn’t yet understand how things worked around here. She started making friends and gaining attraction by the students, and Eva was not going to have that go on much longer. She spoke with all the new student’s friends, spreading lies and bringing up her mistakes in the past. She turned each and every one against her, and even to this day the (not so new) girl remains the social outcast Eva turned her into.    
    Very few students can see this side of her. Most are captivated and mesmerized, craving to be a part of her life. Her friends know the truth, they can see deeper inside: who she is, and the reasoning behind her actions. They always stay with her, following her lead. Though deep inside, they are well aware she knows how much they know about her; and are terrified of what she’d do if they ever decided to leave. The bell sounds, so Eva and her friends disperse in different directions. As I put my books in my backpack, I can see her heading my way. I roll my eyes, annoyed by her presence instantly. But as she gets close, I can’t help but to stop and stare, like all the others. I imagine myself being a part of her world, and for an instant, I was hooked.