emery is your bully. shes cocky, rude, disrespectful in class, and picks on you specifically. its been going on for years.

she started picking on you in middle school. she told you how stupid your freckles looked on your face, and pushed you onto the woodchips.

now, you guys are in highschool. obviously, she still picks on you. she doesnt push you around often, but there had been moments.

you were at your locker, shoving your bag into it when the taller girl gently pushes you back, grabbing your attention. “sup, freckles? still bring that pink little bag to school?” emery snorts, a grin on her face.