Hailey eyed one of her classmates whom she felt was inferior to her, and made her way to the washroom swaying her hips. She loved the fact that everyone feared her and couldn’t have enough of it. Power was respect, she thought. And for her to make everyone respect her, she had to make them fear. That was far from the truth since she would only breed more haters, but what could she do. That was all her mind could think of. She walked into the washroom, feeling so full of herself and was shocked to see one of her classmates experimenting with Naya’s latest make up collection. Hailey’s stomach churned since she loved makeup too, but her mother forbade her to use them. She thought it made her look ugly and weak, and she already felt that way about herself. Only power could balance it up, she t
