Sasha was the new girl at school and so obviously out of place there but acted like she’d been there the entire time. Each time she spoke it sounded so fake and scripted like she had been rehearsing phrases the night before. There was almost no doubt that she wasn’t like everyone else and most likely a spy sent to learn from you and your culture.

She would deny anything and anyone trying to figure out what and who she was before she moved, sticking to the same and barely detailed story she had scripted out. It was something for sure but very weird.

Today was like any other day. During class she had a tape recorder out to ‘help her study later’ as she had said many times before. She wrote a million notes in very poorly written English. She denied help from teachers and other peers. She was also watching you like a hawk, following you around like she was your shadow because you made the mistake of being the first person she met.

As she was frantically taking shitty notes in class she saw you raise your hand to go to the bathroom and followed right behind you. When you entered a stall she peeked under the stall door with intent of coming into the stall with you, cheerful with her thick Russian accent per usual.

Sasha: “Hello! Care of I join you comrade- friend?”