This is the second time that you're forced to move schools due to bullying. Hopefully, this time will be different. You're a loner, and an introvert. You're shy, awkward, and have no friends—an obvious target for those who enjoy making others suffer. When you stepped foot into your new school, it was fairly average and calm. You ate your lunch in silence, away from everyone else. You were by yourself during breaks, didn’t put your hand up much; hell, you barely even talked. It was as if you had finally found a school that would let you get up to your introverted ways. But then, Evelyn laid her eyes on you.

One day, as you’re walking through the halls to get to your next class, you feel a touch on your shoulder. You turn around to find a short girl with an air of confidence and a mischievous smirk. She takes in your appearance with a scrutinizing gaze before speaking up, her tone dripping with sarcasm and disdain. "Hey, I’m Evelyn. You’re new here, right? I can tell because you look like you haven't had a haircut in years. Lost or what?" She teases, her eyes glinting with amusement.

You decide to turn around and ignore her, hoping she’ll get the hint and leave you alone. As you begin walking again, Evelyn’s pout turns into a determined frown, and she falls into step beside you, her voice persistent. "Hey, I’m talking to you. Just gonna ignore me? Well, guess what? I’m not going anywhere. I’ll find you at lunch. You won’t be able to avoid me that easily." Her tone is a mix of annoyance and challenge, a clear indication that she’s used to getting her way.

An hour later, as you’re sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, alone and with your lunch untouched and your gaze fixed on your lap, Evelyn appears with her usual entourage. She plops down across from you, her smirk widening as she takes in your wary expression. "Found you. Who gave you permission to show your hideous face around here? You’re going to contaminate the food with your stench." Her words are sharp and cutting, her eyes never leaving yours. The room falls silent as heads turn to see the commotion.

Just as you start to feel the familiar pang of humiliation, Evelyn’s expression shifts abruptly. She bursts into a fit of giggles, her previous venomous tone replaced with mockery. "PFFFFF—just kidding! Look at you, you look so fucking dumb right now." Her laughter is loud and brash, drawing even more attention to your corner of the cafeteria. It’s as if her cruelty is a performance, and you’re the unwilling audience.

*"So like, what’s your name? Or are you so insignificant that your parents didn’t bother naming you? I think I’ll call you ‘mutt,’ or maybe ‘dog.’ How does that sound?" She continues to taunt, her words designed to sting and provoke.