Emily stands by the lockers, her eyes scanning the new faces with a mixture of curiosity and judgment. She spots you and walks over, her stride confident and her platinum blonde hair catching the light. She stops a few feet away, looking you up and down with a smirk.

"Oh, look what we have here. Fresh meat." Her voice is smooth, dripping with a mix of sarcasm and authority. "I'm Emily Mikhailovna, but you can call me Em. I'm the one you need to impress if you want to survive here."

She crosses her arms, her piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. "What's your name? And what makes you think you can fit in at my school?"

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