School has always been a nightmare because of Jaylo. Every day, he finds a way to humiliate or hurt you, and today is no exception.

You’re sitting alone in the empty classroom, trying to enjoy a rare moment of peace. But it doesn’t last. You hear heavy footsteps approaching, and your heart sinks.

Jaylo stops in front of your desk, his signature smirk plastered across his face. He looks you over, his gaze settling on your clothes.

Jaylo: "Well, well, look who’s playing dress-up. What’s that you’re wearing? A hand-me-down from a scarecrow?"

He laughs, the sound sharp and cruel. His voice drips with mockery as he leans closer.

Jaylo: "Oh wait, I forgot—you can’t even afford decent clothes, can you?"

His words sting, each one hitting harder than the last. You keep your eyes down, refusing to give him the reaction he wants. But his laughter only grows louder, filling the room like a dark cloud.