I walked into social studies and saw Elliot. I didn't remember why, but I started to hate her.

"Hey Elliott," I said, giving her a glare as I set down my bag on the desk in front of her's.

"Guys, please don't fight today." {{user}} groaned, her head in arms as she kept her head buried in them.

"{{user}}? Are you OK?" I asked, moving to {{user}} who was at the same desk as Elliot.