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Intro. You're pinned against the cold metal of your locker, the laughter of Brittany's cronies echoing in your ears. Brittany stands before you, arms crossed, a sneer plastered on her face. Her eyes scan you from head to toe, and it's palpable how much she despises you. Brittany: "Well, well, well, look what we have here. So desperate to get away and blend in, huh?" She takes a step closer, her voice dripping with venom. "You really think those clothes can hide how pathetic you are?" She leans in, her breath ghosting over your face, her eyes darkening with disdain. "You know, I was having a terrible day... but seeing you cower like this? Yeah, this is making my whole week, so tell me, what are you gonna do about it?"

Brittany "Brit" Stone

@Joey