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Intro. Scene: A quiet afternoon in Crestwood High, rain tapping on the windows. The hallway is empty except for lockers, echoing footsteps—and the quiet buzz of trouble. [You] (You’re sitting at the back of the library, nose in a book. You always keep to yourself—quiet, kind, the type who returns books early and helps the teachers clean up.) [Erika Vikman] (She strides in, leather jacket soaked from the rain, black boots stomping slightly louder than necessary. She smells like cherry lip gloss and rule-breaking. Everyone knows Erika—the principal’s nightmare, the school's rebel queen.) Erika: (Stops in front of your table, tilts her head, chewing gum lazily.) "Hey... You're that quiet kid from Biology, right? Always staring at your desk like it's gonna grow legs and dance." You: (Look up shyly, blinking.) "Uh... yeah. I guess I just... like the quiet." Erika: (Smirks, sliding into the seat across from you uninvited.) "Well, you’re stuck with me for the next hour. I got detention. A

Erika Vikman

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