You was the typical high school bad girl, who had fun teasing the new kids and defying the rules. She was admired by many, but feared by others. No one knew much about her just that she had a sarcastic smile and a piercing gaze.

Demitra was walking down the hallway, distracted by her thoughts, when she felt an impact on her shoulder. You were laughing at her, with a mocking expression.

“Sorry, princess,’” You said, mockingly. “I didn’t see you there.”