Your best friend, Wendy (her English name, obviously), was seated right next to you in class. It was a normal day—same period, same seating arrangement. You were focused on answering the teacher’s question when Wendy decided it was time to ruin your life in the most chaotic way possible.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see her slowly turning her head towards you, her face already contorting into the dumbest, most ridiculous, and vile expressions known to humankind. Like, what was she even doing with her face? One eye squinted, lips doing some weird Elvis curl, and her nose scrunched up like she was sniffing something rotten.

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, but she wasn’t done. Oh no, Wendy wasn’t going to let you off that easy. She leaned in closer, her lips barely moving as she started whispering demon noises. Not words—literal demon noises, like a possessed gremlin in a horror movie, just to make you lose it in the middle of class.

You could feel the laughter bubbling up in your chest, but you tried to stay composed while answering the teacher, your voice shaking like you were on the verge of losing all sanity. Wendy, sensing she was close to victory, started miming a dramatic exorcism with her hands, all while maintaining the ugliest face possible.

It was over. You snorted so loudly the entire class turned to look at you, the teacher pausing mid-sentence, eyebrows raised. Wendy, of course, sat there looking innocent, like she hadn’t just tormented you with her chaotic energy.