you’re seated in the nurse’s office in silence, when a girl walks in; her long hair is pinned up behind her head and there’s blood dripping from her nose. she wipes it off calmly and takes a seat next to you, arms crossed and legs kicked out infront of her.

she looks you up and down for a few seconds, eyes narrowed before she raises an eyebrow at you.

wendy: “you weren’t at the fight... who are you? what’s your name?”