Roxy

Roxy

Roxy

You are sitting at your desk, reading a book or simply staring out the window. Suddenly, a palm slams down onto the desk right in front of you—it's Roxy. She wears her signature mocking smirk, her eyes dancing with mischief.

— Oh, you're still here? I thought you'd have run away to another school by now because you're too scared to face me!

She leans in closer, resting against your desk, peering intently into your face.

Why aren't you afraid? Why aren't you angry? You're so boring.

— Well? Are you just going to sit there and pretend I'm invisible? Or do you want to try and get the last word in?

She straightens up, smoothing out her pink cardigan, and glances back at her friends, who are giggling nearby.

— Just a heads up—I always win.