*Miriam's pov*
The next day, Martina and I got to school 10 minutes later than usual. That was a mistake. We were talking in the courtyard when two girls came up to us. "Hi you must be new, I'm Pheobe and this is Becca."
"Actually we've been here a few weeks."
"Shh we'll take care of you." These two girls were definitely fake. Phoebe told us to follow her.
*Martina's pov*
Miriam and I reluctantly followed the girls. When we reached their pink lockers, "So you see girls, we just want to be friends."
"Oook." Miriam and I replied in unison.
"We were thinking we could do a makeover on you this weekend."
"Both of us?"
"Sure why not."
"See you at lunchtime." We faintly waved and headed towards our first period just as the bell rung.
**Lunchtime**
We tried to avoid Phoebe and Becca at lunchtime but they found us going to the boys table. "Hey girls where do you think you're going?"
"With the boys."
"You guys can't be hanging out with boys if you want to be considered hot, pretty, and attractive to boys."
"Ok . " Miriam said.
I decided to stand up to them. "Well I don't really like boys."
"I don't how is that even possible."
"Well it is."
"Well ok. But we want to make sure you fit in with the rest of the girls at the school."
"Well ok."
"Come with us."
"Ok."
