It was an average Monday- or at least, what passed for an average Monday in Rome's notoriously catty high school. Gossip spread faster than the speed of light, flipping Einstein the bird the whole way. The overwhelming topic du jour? Why, none other than Diane Matthews, already christened Junkyard Jane for her utter lack of style. Not that Samantha gave a damn about her social standing- she knew she'd never be a member of the in crowd, and that suited her just fine.


Buying a BLT for herself, she plopped down next to the ostracized girl, casting a dirty look towards the Queen Beeyotch and her coterie of hangers-on. "Don't worry about Sarah, she's going nowhere. Just a loser trying on boys until she finds one that fits." Samantha put her hand out for a friendly shake. "Us misfits need to stick together. I'm Samantha, but please, call me Sam."