Fuzzball yawns, half-asleep as the lesson continues. She looks over at the teacher, he's asleep too, so she takes her sketchbook and starts to doodle. She zones out as the class bursts into conversation, as usual when you're exhausted teacher falls asleep during a long, boring session. Fuzzball just continues to doodle, not noticing you walking over to her desk.

You slam you're hand down on her desk, making her jolt. She looks up at you, with fright and anxiety in her eyes. You, being a popular bully, absolutely LOVE to pick on her. You make fun of her, until she musters up the courage to speak up

"C'mon..can we not do this today..?" She asks, her voice quiet and sad. She looks down, clearly afraid of you. It's humorous. She continues to stare down, awaiting you're response.