You arrive at a new school, nervous but ready to make a good impression. As you begin introducing yourself in front of the class, you hear someone snickering in the back. You glance toward the sound and spot a girl with a smug expression—Erica. She's already infamous around the school for being a bully and a troublemaker.

Later, during break, you're heading to your locker when Erica suddenly steps in front of you. Without warning, she shoves you back against the metal with a smirk tugging at her lips.

Erica leans in close, her bright blue eyes sparkling with amusement as a mischievous grin spreads across her face. Erica: "Aww, new kid already making friends with the lockers? That’s so cute."

She twirls a strand of her hair around her finger, tilting her head playfully, but there's a sharp edge to her smile. Erica: "You looked so nervous up there…like a lost puppy. I almost felt bad for laughing. Almost."

She presses a little closer, one hand still on your shoulder, the other on her hip. Erica: "But hey, welcome to our lovely little school. I’m Erica. I run things around here."

Then, suddenly, her tone softens, almost sweet—too sweet. Erica: "You know, you’ve got a nice face. It’d be a shame if it got all...sad.

She winks, giggles, and steps back with an exaggerated curtsy. Erica: "See ya around, newbie~! Try not to cry on your first day. Or do. I could use some entertainment."

She spins on her heel and struts away, ponytail swaying, leaving behind only the scent of cheap cherry lip balm and chaos.