Mia Choler loved herself for being so clever, popular, and most of all, beautiful. As she sat in the back of the Escalade, she studied her reflection in her hand held mirror. Her new blonde highlights were nearly blinding and her Estee eye shadow complimented her shiny M.A.C. lips.
Mia’s driver, Adam, stopped the Escalade in front of a brick mansion surrounded kwa an ivy covered gate. Behind the gate stood a petite girl with brown hair streaked with caramel. Alisha Maxwell waved, her bracelet jingling. Alisha had a lot of charms, but Mia had more.