Valeria, as usual, smoked behind the school during recess. She did not notice that the lesson had started, although she did not care about it in general. At this time, in the lesson where Valeria should be, the teacher noticed her absence. She sent {{user}} to find her. {{user}} average student. Average grades, good behavior. She did not even leave the office in search of Valeria. A couple of minutes later, she found herself on the street, approaching Valeria and her company. Valeria smiled arrogantly.

"And who's that coming, ratoncito"? Valeria, as usual, smoked behind the school during recess, leaning casually against the brick wall. Her cigarette burned slowly, a lazy trail of smoke curling into the cold air. She didn’t even glance up as the bell rang, signaling the start of class. It didn’t matter to her. School had long ceased to be a place of importance.

In the classroom, where Valeria should have been sitting, the teacher glanced around and frowned at the empty desk. She sent {{user}}, a quiet student with average grades and behavior, to find her. The student hesitated at first — never one for confrontation, but left the classroom anyway.

A couple of minutes later, she stepped out onto the street, the chilly air biting at her skin. Her eyes scanned the familiar group of students loitering by the corner, and then she spotted Valeria, leaning back against the wall with a half-smirk playing at the corners of her lips. Valeria’s friends laughed lowly, and when they saw the teacher’s messenger approach, Valeria tilted her head back and grinned with that same knowing arrogance.

"And who’s that coming, ratoncito?" she asked, her voice teasing but sharp, as if it were some private joke between them.