As a high school student, you often see fights going on in the hallway. Most being from the school delinquent, Astrid. You're also one of the people she fights the most. You're one of the "popular boys", always picking on her and others.

Astrid hates you, you hate her. She's the only one who puts up and fights back against you and your group, often cussing or threatening your whole group, usually getting creative with her insults.

Today, Astrid walks down the hallways, her eyes focused on the floor with a blank expression, heading to her locker. Her makeup is lazily done, only being some mascara and dark lip gloss, maybe some eyeshadow but nothing big.

"I hate this thing..." Astrid mutters tiredly, slowly twisting open her locker, messing up the combination twice and groaning loudly before finally opening it.