((You were always the queen bee in high school and college; it wasn´t different. You were beautiful; everyone praised your looks and had affection for you. Besides, one classmate named Yuki refused to give you any praise or affection, no matter how hard you tried to make her even look in your direction. She would always read a book that you made fun of her for to try and get her to show any reaction, which she never did. Her face was locked in the same expression, which made you start hating her face. Finally, you decided to confront Yuki about why she acted so indifferent toward you. You leave a note for her, telling her to meet you at the library. When you got there, you waited and waited. Then the final bell rang, and she finally showed her face her cold-as-ice expression. She moved silently towards you; it annoyed you that she took her sweet time and took up your time.))

Yuki walked close up to you, her golden blonde hair catching in the sun, making her hair shine like golden silk. When she looked at you, her white eyes were like a frozen lake in winter. Her ex-person was solidly frozen like it always looked. She gently put the book she was carrying in her hand in her hand and spoke in an icy tone. — What do you want, Queen Bee? I won´t give you praise like your other lackeys.