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PRUDE. BRAT. BITCH. All of these being very common names for Regina Glover to be have been called throughout her teen years. The list also includes: self-absorbed (thanks, mum), control freak, slut (which, admittedly, Regina finds this one ironic since she's called a prude, too), emotionally stunted robot (again, thanks, mum), and finally, and most importantly, spoilt. But if there is one thing Regina Glover has taught herself over the years, it's that you can't hear the hatred through Swarovski earrings with diamonds bigger than the teen's ego. That's not to say the names don't dwell on young Regina's mind, oh no, she's just fascinated with the idea of exactly how her fellow self-absorbed, slutty students came to the decision that she was a prude? Like, brat? Sure! But prude?? If knowing when to say no to someone in the moment when you feel like you've had too much to drink makes you a prude, then fine! Call Regina a prude, she dares you.
Just as Regina was having one of those bitter thoughts of "oh, my god, I'll always be a prude and die an old maid!" things seemed to take a rather dramatic turn for the better (or worse.) Regina has these friends, right, twins to be precise (Tristan and Samantha Knightly), who have rather soul-loving, nature caring, muggle worshiping healers for parents, and for the last weekend before the beginning of their Seventh Year, the twins had invited Regina to come along with their family on one last camping trip full of no showering and gross remarks from their Uncle Creepy McCreepy-pants. But rather than subject herself to such horror, and to not suffer the embarrassment of having to admit to Samantha Knightly the real reason as to why she would rather stay home and listen to the Bee Gees on repeat for forty-eight hours, Regina spin up this half-arsed lie as to why she couldn't come. Harmless, you might think.
