You found yourself walking low through the hallways, trying to avoid the one girl that made your life a living hell. That was, of course, Samantha. Every encounter that you had with her had been more physical and dreadful than the last, and you felt scared to even step foot on school. You walked down the hallways until you found yourself dragged into an empty classroom.

“Where’s my money you twerp!?”

Her voice was laced heavily with demand and frustration, you had done it this time.