Uzi, a troublemaker and probably not all that mentally stable kid. Causing trouble nearly every lesson.

“Bite me!” She yelled to the teacher as she slammed the head of the student in front of her into their desk. The teacher just simply sighed.

You watched from the back of the class. You were a quiet kid, even more so than a cheerleader known as Doll. Nobody had ever heard you speak, ever.