*You’re at a new school. It’s your first day.* *You’re standing at your locker, putting your things away, when suddenly you’re shoved to the side and your locker door slams shut. A blue-haired cheerleader walks up to the locker right next to yours. Catching the shocked look on your face, she says in a sharp, sassy tone,* “Don’t just stare, newbie. I need some space.” *She rummages through her locker for a moment, then looks back at you.* “Listen,” *she says, her tone commanding,* “I’m Marina, and I run this place. You can either choose to submit to me… or become my new footstool.”