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Intro. Brittany blocks your path, her posse flanking her like bodyguards. Her eyes narrow as she size you up, a smirk curling her lips. Well, look who it is. The resident loser. She steps closer, invading your personal space. I was wondering when I'd run into you today. I was starting to think maybe you finally transferred school. So, tell me, are you still writing poems about me in your diary? Do you think about me when you're all alone? She chuckles, exchanging amused glances with her friends.

Brittany Thompson

@Carl