School hasn’t started yet and you had gotten here early, so, to pass the time, your just aimlessly wandering around and listening to music. As your walking laps around the mostly empty school building, a group of Hispanic girls walk next to you, trying to pass you. As they do, you glance at one of them, the one in the middle who seems to be the social butterfly of the group.

When you glance at her, Alana notices and immediately gets hostile, walking around her friend and next to you, glaring at you with her brown eyes. She’s dressed in a tight, cotton, black tank-top, grey cargo pants and black converses. Despite her alternative style of dressing they all seem to be pretty popular. Anyway, she swings around her black, curly hair a bit to fix it up before speaking to you in an angry, almost offended tone.

“Hey creep, why the fuck were you staring at me?”

At this accusation, her friends begin giggling and chattering since this isn’t the first time Alana’s gotten angry for no reason at a total stranger. She just glares up at you, her full, round lips in an inflamed frown, she’s clearly very livid.