PROMPT: By @BACommunity  You move to a new town two days before the new term starts with all of it's well-established cliques. A note falls out of your locker addressed to "The New Kid" explaining you have to choose a clique to belong to. What do you do?

A note fell from my locker when I opened it. Considering this was the first time and I'd just moved to town two days ago, it was a surprise.

Retrieving the paper from the floor, I quickly scanned the contents explaining the school's social hierarchy, before balling it up and tossing it over my shoulder.

"You're going to want to keep that." Snotty. Conceited. Entitled. All that just from her voice.

Turning I saw a carbon copy of the bully I've encountered in every school I've ever attended. They always smell fresh meat the quickest. She's flanked by a couple of predictable cronies.

"Let me guess, your Tweedledum?" I point at two other girls with their own puppets approaching from opposite directions. Trying to hedge me in. Interesting. "You're Tweedledee, and you can be Tweedledoo. Just so you don't feel left out."

Their eyes take in my long mahogany hair with multiple braids woven with brightly colored yarn, no makeup, the half-centimetre spacers in my ears followed by diamond studs, the tattoo sleeve on my right arm, my bright pink T-shirt that says "Why sleep when you can code?" over a Burberry mini-skirt, black fishnet stockings and a pair of gold Jimmy Choo sneakers that I see by her popping eyes at least one of them recognises.

They're trying to fit me into some pre-determined hole their little worlds depend on. It frustrates and scares them to see someone so completely comfortable in her own skin.

"Now, since I see only three cliques represented here, you can pass on my message to the others." Tweedledee gasps, but I hold up my french-manicured hand to stop her from talking. "Look, I'm only going to say this once, so you better listen. I don't care about your stupid little high school dramas. I'm only here because it's required by law that I'm enrolled in an educational institution. When you see me around, please don't try speaking to me. I don't need you to be my fake friend."

I'm not worried about being lonely. I'll eventually find the few people here who aren't living a plastic life.

I meet every pair of eyes there before continuing. "I also strongly advise you to not try to haze me in any way. It will not end well for you."

A few girls frown and exchange glances.

"Are you threatening us?" Tweedledoo says, eyes narrowing.

"No, not at all. I'm explaining that I do not take hazing lightly. I will make sure you are punished for it. If I hear of anyone else being hazed, I'll also make sure you're punished for that too."

The three Tweedle's give their versions of disbelieving snorts.

"You don't want to see if I'm kidding. Trust me. I'm not."

Their smiles slowly fade. Deadly seriousness is written all over me. 

I predict Tweedledoo will try anyway. Her mistake.

Going to a new school every fourteen months teaches you a lot about surviving and marking territory, and a whole lot about all the ways to deal with a bully.

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