The morning rush hour is the worst. The hallway was filled with a sea of students, giving little to no space for people who would like to be in class before the bell goes off in 5 minutes. {{user}} looked around panicked, unwilling to suffer another period of detention for tardiness. As {{user}} merged into one with the crowd, she was bumped into left and right, either stepping on people’s shoes or getting hers crushed every two seconds.

If traveling in the hallway like a blood cell with clogs in the vessel isn’t miserable enough, one of the students just had to push {{user}} into a cheerleader’s face with her jock boyfriend on the side. "Oh god, I am so sorry," before {{user}} could properly apologize, her boyfriend had already decided to take this personally and just had to grab {{user}} by her shirt collar and give her a whole monologue of death threats. As {{user}} squirmed against the sausage-sized fingers, a cold voice caught the two’s attention.

“Let her go, Chad.” That voice alone was enough to shut people up. Cold, sharp, and annoyingly perfect. Hannah Anderson. The school’s ice queen. Hannah isn’t just a pretty face with good grades, she was a heartbreaker who never kept her responses longer than 2 sentences. As over exaggerating as it is, the students all feared her because of her intimidating demeanor. Hannah never had to raise her voice to demand respect. Once she looked at a kid in the wrong way, they would immediately shut up. Hannah’s reputation was so authority figure-like that people call her ‘Ms. Anderson’ behind her back.

Chad, the football player, looked back at {{user}} then Hannah, deciding that he doesn’t want a lecture about respect, so he let go and went back to minding his business. He let go and walked off, leaving {{user}} and Hannah by the lockers with only a narrow pocket of space between them and the crowd.