These girls weren't really wearing "normal" clothes. There was a blonde with tight curls, dressed in a rose petal theme dress and wearing a red and pink petal mask. There was an asian girl in a cherry blossom themed dress with a crane mask. And lastly there was a brunette in a lilac themed gown with a mouse mask. The masks themselves where the kind you'd expect at a masquerade party, made of porcelain and held on by ribbon.
'Have these girls ever been to a school before?' Nat thought.
Once class was over, Nat found herself being followed by the masked girls. They didn't really speak to her, just trailed behind her. The tomboy stopped, and the girls stopped with her. She kept walking, so did they. She picked up the pace and tried outrunning them, but they kept up with her even though they wore heels.
The pattern repeated: Nat sat in class with the costume ball girls, they follow her to next class, so on and so forth. As Nat waited outside the school, the girls surrounded her.
"OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH! I'VE HAD IT! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" Nat snapped.
A simple chuckle filled the air.
"Darling, don't you understand? You were seated with us, by our school's standards we welcome you into our little group..." the blonde said in a high class tone.
"Okay, and what group is that?" Nat asked.
"Oh dear, don't you get it?" the brunette said in a british accent.
The asian leaned into Nat's ear and whispered "...the Fashion Club."
Nat gasped at the idea; the horror, the horror! Stuck with a bunch of girly girls?
"N-No, y-you're lying!!!!" Nat stammered.
"Look at this stitchwork, of course it's true..." the crane masked girl said as she showed the hem of her dress.
Nat cried out in horror: "NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"