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MidReal Story
Queen Bee
Scenario:Anastazia Woch est une adolescente d'origine modeste, studieuse et en bon rapport avec sa famille. Le jour de son entrée au collège, elle découvre que les codes sociaux sont totalement différents de son ancienne école. Elle se fascine alors pour Alice, la coqueluche du collège, qui se révèle être très particulière et cherche à ce que cette dernière la remarque. Elle devient alors sa nouvelle protégée et meilleure amie. S'ensuit une véritable dérive alliant drogues, alcool, sexe, Anna (surnom d’Anastazia) avait besoin de changer car elle ne se sentait pas à sa place. Sa famille et amies ne tarde pas à vouloir l'arrêter...
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Anastazia Woch
She is a new middle school student, previously homeschooled by her mother. She is curious, impressionable, and sensitive. Anastazia is captivated by Alice, a popular girl at her new school, and tries to fit in. She experiences the pressures of peer relationships and discovers the realities of social dynamics, including substance use. Struggling with her newfound role as Alice's protégée, she faces internal conflict and seeks her family's guidance as she navigates these challenging social waters.
Alice
She is the most popular girl in her new school, coming from a wealthy family. She is charismatic, manipulative, and influential. Alice becomes Anastazia's new best friend after meeting during orientation. She encourages Anastazia to join her friends and experience the social life of a public school. Alice introduces Anastazia to her circle of friends and influences her decisions, including trying substances for the first time. Her wealthy status provides access to various social opportunities and parties.
Anastazia’s Mother
She is a devoted single parent who homeschooled Anastazia due to concerns over public school safety. She is nurturing, protective, and cautious. Despite initially resisting public schooling when Anastazia starts middle school, she ultimately supports it for her daughter's sake. Her protective nature is evident when she warns Anastazia about the dangers of certain social behaviors but cannot fully prepare her for them due to her sheltered upbringing.
I was born into this world modestly.
My parents were divorced, and my mom was working hard to support me.
She was the one who taught me all the lessons until I was homeschooled by her up until the day I entered middle school.
I had always been on good terms with my family and friends, and I never really had any problems with them.
I was a good child, or at least that's what I thought.
Entering public school for the first time was a whole new experience for me.
I had to get used to being around so many people at once, which was definitely not what I was used to.
Being homeschooled meant I was always alone, or at least with my family.
I didn't really have a social life until I started attending public school.
The day I started middle school was the day my whole life changed forever.
I met Alice during orientation, and she instantly caught my eye.
She was definitely the most popular girl in school, and just so... different from everyone else I had met before.
She came from a wealthy family and had everything she could possibly want right at her fingertips.
I was captivated by her from the moment I met her, and I wanted nothing more than for her to notice me.
During lunch break, I always sat at a corner table where I could see her clearly.
She usually sat with Maggie and Sasha, her two best friends, and they always had the latest designer handbags sitting next to them.
I would pretend to read my book while secretly watching every move she made.
How she tossed her hair when she laughed, how she held her water bottle with her pinky extended, how she applied lip gloss precisely to the corners of her mouth.
Other students would orbit their table like satellites, stopping by to chat or share some juicy gossip before moving on to their own groups.
And then there was me, just a silent observer, watching it all from my corner of the cafeteria.
When Alice stood up to throw away her trash, she walked past my table.
Our eyes met for a split second, and my heart skipped a beat.
My fingers tremble as I grip my worn paperback, the pages blurring before my eyes.
I can hear Alice's designer heels clicking on the cafeteria floor, getting closer and closer to my isolated corner table.
The sound of Maggie and Sasha's laughter follows her, making my cheeks burn hotter.
I force myself to stare at the same sentence repeatedly, though the words might as well be in another language.
A whiff of expensive perfume drifts past as they settle at the table next to mine.
Alice turns to me with a smile that feels like the sun breaking through clouds.
The final bell rings, and I linger by my locker as the other students file out.
My heart pounds in my chest, and I can feel sweat trickling down my spine.
I watch through the emptying halls as Alice waits for me at the side entrance, her designer bag slung carelessly over one shoulder.
She beckons me with a manicured finger, and I follow her outside to the parking lot.
We walk past rows of cars to a secluded spot behind the gym where Maggie and Sasha are already waiting.
They're perched on a low concrete wall, their long legs dangling in the late afternoon sun that casts long shadows across the ground.
Alice pulls something from her bag - a silver flask that catches the light as she holds it out to me with that same knowing smile.
"Go on, take a sip," Alice says, her voice smooth and inviting.
I hesitate, glancing at Maggie and Sasha, who are watching me with expectant eyes.
"Don't worry," Sasha chimes in, her tone teasing, "it's just a little courage in a bottle."
I reach for the flask with trembling fingers, but before I can take it, a flash of gray fur darts between us.
The squirrel lands on the concrete wall, its tiny paws wrapping around the silver container Alice is still holding.
She yelps and releases her grip, stumbling backward.
The squirrel, flask clenched in its teeth, scampers along the wall as Maggie and Sasha shriek in surprise.
Alice's face contorts with rage as she lunges after the squirrel, her designer heels scraping against concrete.
"Get back here, you little thief!" she cries.
The squirrel darts under a nearby oak tree and up into its branches.
We stand there, staring up at the canopy above, the flask dangling precariously from the squirrel's grip.
Alice turns to me, her mascara smeared from tears of frustration.
I stare up at the squirrel, my heart racing in my chest.
An odd tingling sensation builds in my fingertips, like pins and needles but different.
Without thinking, I raise my hand toward the flask.
It's as if there's an invisible thread connecting us, a pull I can't explain.
The metal container slips from the squirrel's grasp, floating down through the branches as if carried by a gentle breeze.
Alice, Maggie, and Sasha gasp in disbelief.
The flask lands softly in my outstretched palm, still warm from the afternoon sun.
Alice wipes her tears, her mascara-stained face breaking into a wide smile as she wraps me in a tight embrace.
The warmth of her body makes my head spin, her perfume filling my senses.
Her arms are still wrapped around me, her face inches from mine, mascara streaked but eyes shining with gratitude.
The flask feels heavy in my palm between us.
Maggie and Sasha have gone silent, watching with wide eyes.
Time seems to slow as I lean forward, closing the small gap between us.
My lips press against Alice's, tasting the sweetness of her strawberry lip gloss.
For one perfect moment, she doesn't pull away.
Then she stiffens, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
Alice shoves me hard, her manicured nails digging into my shoulders.
I stumble backward, the flask slipping from my grip and clattering against the concrete.
The metallic sound echoes in the sudden silence.
Maggie gasps while Sasha covers her mouth with both hands.
Alice wipes her lips roughly with the back of her hand, smearing her lip gloss across her cheek.
My chest tightens as I watch her face transform from shock to disgust.
She picks up her flask, her hands trembling slightly, and backs away from me.
I watch her hands, how they tremble as she clutches the flask to her chest.
Mascara is still streaked across her cheeks, her lip gloss smeared from our kiss.
My throat tightens as I step forward, extending my hand to help her regain balance on her designer heels.
The concrete beneath us radiates afternoon heat while Maggie and Sasha whisper behind their perfectly manicured hands.
"I'm so sorry," I manage to say, my voice cracking.
Alice stares at my outstretched hand, her lip gloss completely smeared now.
I stand rooted to the spot as her manicured fingers wrap around my outstretched hand.
Her grip is tentative at first, like she's testing unknown waters.
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across her face, highlighting the mess of mascara and smeared lip gloss.
Behind us, Maggie and Sasha's whispers fade to silence.
Alice's chest rises and falls with quick breaths as she steadies herself, her designer heels finding better purchase on the concrete.
The silver flask lies forgotten between us, reflecting glints of sunlight.
She tugs my hand gently, and I follow her through the grand entrance of her family's mansion.
The marble hallway stretches out before us, the polished floor reflecting the sunlight that filters in from the large windows.
Our footsteps echo against the walls, mingling with the scent of fresh flowers that fills the air.
We turn down a smaller hallway lined with framed family portraits.
Alice leads me to a door at the end, which she pushes open to reveal a spacious bathroom.
The room is larger than my bedroom at home, with a freestanding claw-foot tub positioned beneath a crystal chandelier.
Alice releases my hand and moves to the tub, turning on the faucet to fill it with warm water.
She adds rose-scented oils from a bottle on the counter, causing the fragrance to fill the room and make my head swim slightly. Once the tub is full, Alice turns to face me.
Her eyes are still red-rimmed from earlier, but her gaze holds a determined glint.
She begins working at the buttons of her silk blouse, slowly revealing more of her smooth skin with each one she undoes.
I stand awkwardly by the door, unsure whether I should stay or make my escape while I still can.
"Alice, what are you doing?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
She pauses, her fingers hovering over the last button. "I need to show you something," she replies, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart skip.
Maggie and Sasha's voices echo faintly from the hallway, but Alice's focus remains solely on me as she continues, "It's about my family... and why I can't let you go."
I stand at the edge of the claw-foot tub while Alice lowers herself into the rose-scented water.
Her silk blouse and skirt are discarded on the marble floor, revealing a lacy bra and underwear that match the color of her lips.
The warm air in the bathroom feels thick with steam and an unspoken tension.
Through the frosted window above the tub, I can hear Maggie and Sasha's muffled voices as they walk through the garden below.
Alice's wet hair clings to her bare shoulders, and she extends a hand toward me.
"Come here," she says, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination.
My fingers tremble as I reach for the buttons of my cotton shirt, letting it fall beside her designer clothes on the floor.
Then, without breaking eye contact, I step into the tub, facing her.
Alice's eyes search mine, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I need to tell you about my father."
I pause, the warmth of the water enveloping us both. "What is it, Alice?"
Her gaze is unwavering, filled with a gravity that makes my heart race. "He's not who you think he is... and neither am I."
I sit across from her in the warm rose-scented water, our knees touching in the cramped tub.
The steam rises between us, and she inches closer, her wet hair dripping onto my shoulders.
The voices of Maggie and Sasha drift up from the garden, growing fainter as they move further away from the house.
Alice's eyes stay locked on mine as she shifts forward, causing small waves to lap against the porcelain.
Her hand moves beneath the surface of the water, fingers trailing along my thigh.
I grip the edge of the tub tightly, my knuckles turning white as her touch becomes more deliberate.
Alice leans in, her breath warm against my ear, and whispers, "Everything you know is a lie."