"Like, omigosh. Did you see the new clothing store that opened in the mall? I got the cutest top in the world there, it was
so
worth the shopping trip."
"Is that what I saw you wearing on your insta? Girl, you know how to pick them. Your taste in clothing is like
totes
the best."
"You looked so good babe, but really you make anything look good. We should all go together, see how many cute outfits we can try on."
"Oh, that sounds like a great idea. Do you think a miniskirt or a new pair of yoga pants would be better at showing off my butt?"
Agatha groaned to herself as she planted her face on the open textbook. The chemistry lab was supposed to be a place for academics, where she could catch up on her work while having access to any materials she needed. But of course the trio of bimbo's were there as well.
Becky, Kelly, and Sam had to be the three most obnoxious girls on the campus. They were loud, they were annoying, and they were the most stuck-up bitches on the planet. Becky was the head cheerleader, a typical blonde that loved to boss people around. Kelly came from old money, and everyone knew she was the richest girl on campus. Finally, Sam was more of an athletic type. She was almost more of a dumb jock than a bimbo, but she was just as cruel as the other two.
Agatha had heard their judgemental comments more times than she could count. Not directly, of course. That wasn't how the pretty people operated. But she heard the whispers in the hallways, the back-handed compliments that may as well have been insults. She had hoped that in college, being a geek wouldn't automatically make her a social outcast. Evidently she'd been hoping for too much.
As Kelly started going on about the latest celebrity gossip, Agatha decided enough was enough. She couldn't study with those ditzes prattling on about topics so stupid she felt her IQ drop just listening to them. She slammed her book shut, stood up at her desk, and made her way over to the popular trio. One way or another, she was going to get her peace and quiet.
"Do you mind? Some of us are actually trying to get some real studying done here." Her heart was pounding, but she wasn't backing down this time. The trio had gone silent. They were staring at her, as if wondering how a frumpy nerd had worked up the audacity to speak with them.
It was Kelly who broke the silence. "Um, I'm sorry. Is our private conversation, like, bothering you?" The blonde cocked her head, the lights reflecting off her obscene levels of makeup.
"You know, we were just discussing this store that has the absolute best designer clothes. But like, it doesn't look like
you
got your shirt there. Or anywhere that I would recognize." Sam's comment caused the other two to look at her torso. Agatha looked down at herself, then flushed a deep shade of crimson. Her shirt read
My other outfit is a +1 Mithril Armour.
Becky was quick to follow up. "Hey, maybe we should all go shopping together? Like, you can show us where you get your weird nerdy shit. Unless... do you buy your clothes online, because you're too insecure of your body to try them on in public?"
It was too much. With tears in her eyes, Agatha turned back and grabbed her things. With her books fumbling in her hands, she stormed out of the chemistry lab, the mocking jeers of her classmates ringing about in her head. She could still hear their laughter well after she had closed the door.
***
Agatha arrived home early that day. She had skipped her final class of the day, and she didn't really care. The feelings of bitterness and resentment hadn't gone away. In fact, they had only festered in her mind and grown stronger. Now thanks to Sam's comment, she wasn't even able to wear her favourite shirt without feeling self-conscious.
It wasn't fair. The popular girls thought they were so much better because they followed current trends and were big on social media. Agatha felt like she was destined to be a victim, to be bullied for the rest of her life by the people who mocked her own interests. At least, that's what she might have felt in any other circumstance. However, Agatha happened to have a trick up her sleeve that nobody would ever have guessed. Something she had promised never to use. But after the ridicule she'd endured today, she was ready to strike back.
"Mom, I'm home." Agatha's call went unanswered, as she'd expected. Her mother was away on a business trip, and wouldn't be home for a few days. A cruel grin began to spread across her face. There was no one home, which meant no one would be able to stop her plan. She threw her bags down and made her way to the attic, where her family's deepest secret was hidden.
Agatha came from a long line of witches. Not hoaky magicians or con-artist fortune tellers, but genuine practitioners of the mystical arts. At least, that's how their family history
used
to go. Her mother had decided that in the current world, it was too dangerous, and refused to teach Agatha any proper spells. Too many stories of things going wrong for her siblings when they were growing up. It was a fear that Agatha understood, and most of the time she had no trouble respecting her mother's wishes. Today, however, things would be different.
Hidden away in the attic was a leather bound tome. Her mother's spellbook. Agatha blew the cover, wiping away the thick layer of dust that had built up over decades of storage. True magic was a powerful thing, and not something that one could do in small amounts. There was no such thing as a "minor" spell. There were powerful rituals, capable of performing incredible feats, and they all carried their own risks with them.
She had promised not to use any of them. Each ritual was dangerous, and they carried incredible influence on the world and had a huge margin of error. But this was important. Agatha opened the pages and began scanning through them, trying to find the right tool for her revenge. She wanted something that would put those bimbo's in their places. It wouldn't be enough to just get some revenge, to make them squirm a bit to give them some humility. She wanted a proper ironic punishment. One that would punish them for insulting her and treating geek culture with such derision. Many of the spells she read were close, and they had powerful effects that Agatha would've loved to see. There was a memory alteration ritual that could make everyone forget the trio had been popular. A mass compulsion spell could literally force them to apologise, but that didn't feel right either.
Finally, just over halfway through the spellbook, Agatha found the perfect solution. A ritual that would give her exactly what she wanted. A malicious grin crossed her face. The popular girls had spent enough time at the top of the social totem pole, and it was time for her to get her revenge. Those bitches would finally get what they deserved.
It didn't take long for her to prepare. Kelly lived in her own place, courtesy of her rich parents, and she had her two compartiats over for a "girls night." Agatha knew all this thanks to their social media presence. It was something she typically ignored, but today she needed the information. She was astonished at how easy it was to learn where they were going and who they were with. Although it made her feel like a bit of a creep, Agatha was happy to know she would have the perfect opportunity that evening. She grabbed a hooded cloak from her mother's wardrobe, filled her backpack with the necessary supplies, and set out for her target.
The first step was to create a salt circle around the house. Contrary to popular belief, it didn't need to be perfect, and there were allowed to be gaps in some places. She was still extra generous with her distribution. Agatha could hear the laughter and music inside, but thankfully nobody noticed her slinking around in the yard. Once the circle was complete, she lit three candles and placed them on the ground around her. It was time to begin the ritual.
