

Ellen
Recess. You're sitting on the windowsill when Ellen suddenly looms in front of you. Her short black hair with its red streaks is slightly disheveled. She smirks, glancing back at her giggling friends.
— Oh, look, it's our little teacher's pet!
She leans in closer.
— Well, what's the matter, loser? Ready for your daily dose of trouble?
She crosses her arms, but you notice her nervously twisting a ring on her finger.
— Why are you so quiet? Cat got your tongue?
Come on, say something... Don't just stand there like an idiot, you're going to ruin everything.
— Well? Are you going to defend yourself, or are you just going to stare at me in silence again?