it was a meeting

a revolution

No longer would they be the nerds, outcasts, and weirdos. Instead, when they walked in, they would not be a princess, they would be queens. The four girls dressed in their fanciest gowns as the walked to the prom. Their chins to the sky, unflinching certainty of what was about to happen in their eyes. They walked in, all 4 in blood red dresses. They no longer were the ones taken advantage of. They were the leaders, and no one else was ever going to bully them again. They were strong, and resolved. They regretted but the strived. And they were absolutely done with these people. They were killer queens. They dropped a match and walked away.

They were the prom queens,

naturally.