I have plenty of people I would like to tear apart. Most of them are really annoying rich preppie girls(most preps annoy the crap out of me) from my school.
The ones that always wear designer clothes and point at you and stare when you wear the same jacket two days in a row. You know, the ones who wear Aeropostale and American Eagle and have their hair highlighted all professional, and straightened, and always look beautiful but are seriously the biggest snobs in ... oh, I dunno, the UNIVERSE. The Plastics, in Mean Girls, are preps.
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly