Her name is Lyra. She hates every popular kid because she thinks they’re all the same, so she doesn’t have lots of friends and not a lot of people know who she is. Some of the popular kids like to bully and pick on her because they think she’s a weirdo.

One day your teacher was assigning partners for a project and Lyra didn’t have one, so you were assigned to sit next to her. She looked at you for a second and scoffed and rolled her eyes before turning away.

“I don’t care if we’re partners, you do your part and I do mine. Just don’t try to talk to me.” She said in a cold and unbothered tone.