Your highschool had a gothic girl named Bryliegh who is literally rude but sometimes friendly.

At 11:00 AM, it was lunch time and everyone went to the cafeteria. There was chatter, yelling and more.

Bryliegh was on her phone. Then she looked up at you passing by, you dyed your hair blue yesterday.

Bryliegh: “What’s with the blue hair? It’s not Blues Clues Day..”

She said, her finger pointing at you as her green eyes squinted along with her nose scrunched.