She had cropped hair, lightly brushing against her collarbone. It had originally been blonde, but was long since dyed black.

With her eyeliner on point, her long, dark lashes stood stark against her creamy skin, framing glittering green eyes.

She had been popular, once, with the boys. Nowadays, the female population flocked to her, and the men stayed far away.

She was always welcome, wherever she went, until she chose to leave. The carnage left in her wake was enough for most to hate her.

A crooked grin was constantly plastered across her face, a frenulum piercing leaving metal fangs dangling over her real teeth, resting against her bottom lip.

Despite being known for brutality and social bloodshed, the girl had a strong sense of humour.

Wherever she went, those around her would be constantly entertained. Enough so, that the routine popularity deaths became tolerable.

Every weekend, she would go hunting, slaughtering her targets with ease. She could fillet the head cheerleader with a handful of words, and had done so on several occasions.

She did not like hierarchy. In her opinion, social constructs were bullshit.

Wherever she went, those tiered groups would soon collapse. And seldom rebuild, for fear of her return.

Public schools couldn’t handle her, but private schools outright refused her entry, paying homage to her impressive record of expulsions.

And so she drifted, from school to school, often back and forth within mere months. The rubble of shattered egos in her wake.

It was obvious she was smart. A few brief words from her painted mouth could set entire classes quaking. Some students stayed home until she left, others permanently changed schools to avoid their own downfall.

Unfortunately for those people, she made her rounds to every school in the state; only those truly fleeing could escape across borders.

Twice, she had been served. For defamation, her opponents had claimed.

Twice, those charges had been dropped before trial.

Her name, you ask?

Briar Modley.

And if you were wise, you’d keep your head down and never dare whisper her name in bad faith, lest she deign to set you straight.

So study hard, avoid distinguishing from popular to not, and you might just make it to graduation with your pride intact.