Prompt 1: Writing Short Fiction: Introduction

She was a courageous and hopeful new writer but also filled with self-doubt. She'd been sitting with this table full of ladies for the last half hour, dreading the situation wholeheartedly. Perhaps it was her optimistic self that brought her to the table, while her self-critical, sadist-sarcastic persona cussed and hissed inside her head, questioning the life choices she ended up making due to her lack of intelligence. Take the lady to her left, with gold-rimmed glasses and a maroon hoodie - this one was rocking a "smarter than thou" look. Maroon hoodie's spiritual analysis of Gibran's prose made her brain shrink to the size of her thalamus. To avoid eye contact with this idealistic genius, she focused instead on the girl with red lipstick sitting across her. Red lipstick, she decided,  was the beauty of this group. Although it was certainly an early stage to decide, Red Lipstick was probably going to end up as the actual leader, who would make most of the important decisions. Beside her sat the girl in black sleeves, with her dependable face-cut and long silky black hair. She was the server - you know, the ones who are always serving others - for kindness & empathy- sure, but mostly out of a need to please the people around. And who was she, then? The one who didn't belong? The dumb one? Yep, she was the pretentious bitch, screaming, "Fit me in - Plee...ase fit me in...!!" Just swallow the photos. Fake the smiles. Gulp the gossip. You'll be ready to leave in no time- the pretenscious bitch comforted herself.