Spencer had woken early so she could get ready for her first day at a new school. It was her senior year and she hated that she couldn't spend it with her friends in New Orleans. After a late night of studying what her grandmother was teaching her, she was tired. She showered and dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans that molded to her hips and ass perfectly. She paired them with a black and gold tank top that had a sequined fleur de lis on the front and a pair of black leather boots. She got into her 1969 Challenger and drove to the school. She found her locker and looked around at the students around her. She wondered if she would make any friends.