Fanfiction: The Princesses of Fourth Grade

In Mrs. Steele's fourth-grade class at Dowaliby International Elementary School, there are four self-proclaimed "princesses" - Mariah, Lori, Amaya and Lola - of upper-class origins who pick on everyone in their path. But when one member threatens to leave their clique and plans to expose the remaining three girls, things get ugly.

Characters

 * Mariah Potts
 * Lori Rosado
 * Amaya Hopkins
 * Lola Buchanan

Chapter 1
It was 6:00 AM in the Potts household - sunny, quiet, and actually enjoyable. That's what you would think, anyway, as long as 10-year-old Mariah Anne Potts' nanny, Harper, was anywhere in the household.

Now, why would Harper be a prominent factor in terms of why mornings in this household are always a struggle? Well, for one, Mariah doesn't like her all that much. Harper will often take things without Mariah's consent, and barr her from doing certain things for "stupid" reasons.

As of now, Harper is here to stay - and Mariah isn't too happy about it. You see, Mariah's parents are out of town, and hiring Harper as a nanny was a last minute decision. What they didn't expect was that this nanny acts more like an annoyance than a friend.

"HARPER!" Mariah screamed at the top of her lungs, "I CAN'T STRESS THIS OUT ENOUGH TO YOU! NOT BEING ALLOWED TO WEAR MY NEW SUNGLASSES TO SCHOOL BECAUSE IT WILL MAKE ME LOOK 'CHEAP' IS PETTY AND PEDANTIC!" the minor crossed her arms and scowled, her face red like a tomato, and her throat hurting from constant yelling. Knowing she can't reason with Harper on matters like this, she begins rolling her eyes and checking the time on her rose gold iPhone 8.

"Mariah, I don't care whatever your parents have said to me before I took up this job," Harper began, "I'm in charge of this house as long as your parents are away, and whatever I say goes." Mariah was just about to reach her breaking point. "LET ME WEAR THE GLASSES TO SCHOOL, YOU IDIOT!"

"I'm afraid that cannot happen." Harper said as she twirled Mariah's sunglasses around with her hand. "Oh, and by the way, watch your language." Mariah stared at her, and her anger was back to square one. "DON'T TELL ME TO WATCH MY LANGUAGE, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO ISN'T LETTING ME WEAR SOMETHING AS TRIVIAL AS SUNGLASSES FOR A DUMB REASON!" she began yelling, "WHAT ABOUT WHAT I THINK? WHAT IF I THINK THEY LOOK GOOD ON ME? NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO BE THE WAY YOU THINK, YOU INCONSIDERATE, SPINELESS KNUCKLEDRAGGER PLEBIAN."

Harper sighed, handed the glasses over to Mariah, and left without another word.