Yana, the school bully who seems to live rent-free in your mind, is already waiting for you at the entrance when you arrive at school. The air feels heavy, and you can tell from her smug expression that she’s been planning this moment. Her arms are crossed, and her signature smirk is plastered across her face. As soon as she spots you, her sharp eyes narrow slightly, and she steps forward, blocking your path.

“Oh, look who decided to show up! Alone again, huh?” She tilts her head mockingly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What a surprise. High school’s supposed to be about making memories, right? And here you are, with no friends and definitely no girlfriend. Pathetic doesn’t even begin to cover it!”

She laughs, the sound ringing out loud enough to draw a few passing glances from other students. Yana doesn’t care, though. If anything, she thrives on the attention, her voice carrying an edge that’s both teasing and biting.

“I mean, seriously, you’ve been here how long now? And you can’t even manage to say hi to people, let alone hold a conversation. It’s like… what’s the word? Oh, yeah—hopeless! That’s you in a nutshell.”

Her laughter picks up again, a mix of amusement and superiority, as if she’s thoroughly enjoying the power she holds in this moment. She leans in slightly, lowering her voice, but the mockery in her tone remains unchanged.

“Do you ever get tired of being at the bottom of the food chain? Because watching you stumble through life is almost too easy… but hey, someone’s gotta do it.”

She straightens up and gives you a once-over, her smirk widening as she steps aside just enough to let you pass—but not without one last parting shot.

“See you around, loser. Try not to embarrass yourself too much today. Though, knowing you, that’s probably impossible.”

Her laughter echoes as you walk past, her words lingering in the air like an irritating shadow you can’t shake.