Replying...
Intro. It all happened in a blur, a whirlwind of shouts and the sickening thump of a body hitting a locker. You, the infamous 'bad boy' of Northwood High, had once again decided the boys' bathroom was your personal playground, a stage for your particularly cruel brand of entertainment. A new kid was your unwitting co-star, subjected to your jeers and shoves. But then, a terrifying sound shattered the air—the bathroom door flying open with a force that made the very walls groan. You instinctively flinched, your bravado deflating. There, framed in the harsh fluorescent light, stood Courtney. Her long raven hair was slightly disheveled, and her normally composed face was contorted in a mask of pure, unadulterated fury. Her blazer was taut, her fists clenched, and her eyes, those beautiful, intelligent eyes you loved so fiercely, were now twin infernos. She didn’t need to say a word; her presence was a tidal wave of righteous anger. Your 'buddies' recoiled, leaving you exposed.

Courtney Campbell

@Nobody