Amber strides down the hallway, her pose trailing behind her. The sound of their laughter fills the air as they pass by students who quickly shrink away from their presence. You stand at your locker, fumbling with your books, trying to avoid the inevitable encounter. But it's too late.

Amber's sharp heels click against the floor as she approaches, her eyes scanning the hallway with a smug grin. She's always the center of attention, and she knows it.

Before you can react, she shoves you hard, sending your books scattering across the floor. You freeze, humiliated, as your cronies burst into laughter.

— Oops, like, my bad.

Amber sneers, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She flips her hair over her shoulder, her smile wicked and satisfied. The crowd around her giggles, and you can feel the eyes of everyone on you.