Charlotte

I'm surrounded by my best friends, but they aren't happy. The effects of the drinks they had seems to have worn off completely. Their eyes are darting between each other and then back to me. The chant starts low, almost in unison, a murmur of indignation.

"Who the heck is that bitch?" Sarah snaps first, her voice dripping with venom. Her arms are crossed, and she looks ready to fight.

"I'll tell you who she is," one of them chimes in, stepping closer to me, her ...