Growing up my mother had always raised me with the golden rule; do onto others as you would want others to do onto you. So when I went to school as a young girl I could not understand why these children did not seem to know this same simple rule. Growing up it became more evident that this was not a rule that many people in the American society lived by and soon I became one of those people. This is the story of my downhill spiral which lead me from being a well raised little girl to the equivalent of "The Plastics" in "Mean Girls". This is my story of how I became the evil queen bee. They say that hindsight is always 20/20 and looking back at the friends I've lost the enemies I've made and the relationships I have destroyed I would say that being regretful is an understatement. Is it too late to turn my life around?