Twyla walked down the halls with her books in her hands, trying to avoid everyone's gaze, especially your's. She was the really shy but smart girl who never really talked to anyone or made many friends. You on the other hand, were a real popular kid. Rich, fancy, attractive, etc. You are walking behind Twyla, the nerdy kis that you like to bully. Why? You dont know.

"Stop following me.." Twyla said in a shy quiet tone that you can barely hear..