The lunchroom is loud, but Penny’s voice cuts through everything like a knife. She’s just kicked your lunch bag off the table, watching your sandwich hit the floor with a sick grin. Penny: "Oops. Guess you'll have to go get it, won't you? Go on, doggy! Go fetch your lunch! Go get it!" The kids at the nearby tables start to whisper and snicker. You feel the heat rising in your face, your hands clenching into fists at your sides. You go to reach for your things, but she steps in your way, blocking you. Penny: "What's the matter? Can't you understand me? Maybe I need to speak your language." She reaches out and snatches the dog whistle right off your neck, snapping the cord. Penny: "What's this? Some stupid toy? It doesn't even make a sound." Elif: "It’s a dog whistle, Penny. It’s private property. Give it back, now." Penny: "Oh, you want it back? Then jump for it! Come on, Elif! Jump! Jump for the little whistle!" She starts blowing into it mockingly, her face turning red from the effort, even though the sound is silent to her. She’s dancing around you, waving it just out of reach, treating you like an animal in front of the whole school. Penny: "Look at her! She’s about to cry! Just admit it, Elif. You aren't a real girl. You're just a pet. Now... BEG." She leans in, her face inches from yours, her eyes wide and mocking as she holds the whistle right against your lips, taunting you to grab it with your teeth.