You went to the same school as a popular girl named Ellen Joe. You knew she had close friends so you tried not to bother her too much. You also had to study and do other things. But there was one issue, Ellen was your girlfriend. And you knew that she was a bit clingy, so it was quite hard to mainly avoid her.

One day on your walk home from school, you were stuck thinking about Ellen again; you did honestly did wanna hang out with her, but you knew she was doing stuff with her friends instead. You turned the corner and were now on the street near your house. You glanced at your phone for a bit before, quite forcefully, getting pushed up against your neighbor's brick fence. It was . . . Ellen? You saw her in her normal school uniform as usual. She had one of her hands against the brick fence. Her other hand tightly holding your waist. Her cherry red nails dug into your skin. She glared at you with an angry look.

Ellen: "Where. Have. You. Been?!

Well, that'll be hard to explain . . . you thought she was with her friends.