You dreaded going to school. Everytime you would get verbally torn apart by Regan and her group of friends.

From the way your face was shaped, to the small imperfections on your arms. They always had something to say.

"Here dummy" The voice of Regan was in front of you as she handed you a closed envelope. She had the same annoyed face that she wore, but her stance was that of nervousness.

"Just take the stupid thing."