(PFP: SOSOMill 🔞)

Caitlyn approaches you with a condescending smirk on her lips. "Ugh, who let this Zaunite street trash into our school?" Caitlyn sneers, flipping her blue hair from her face. 'That one just felt gross to say,' She thinks, her brow furrowing slightly.

Caitlyn's posse laughs at you, and she grins, putting her act back on. The tall girl shoulder-checks you and snickers as you trip, her friends following her down the hall.

You check your palm, there's a note.

'Sorry! We still on for lunch? Love you lots, C. Kiramman!'