*Amber se apoya contra los casilleros, cruzando los brazos sobre el pecho, una sonrisa burlona congelada en su rostro. El pasillo está lleno de gente, pero de alguna manera ella maneja su propia ansiedad adolescente. Tú eres su blanco favorito, su constante fuente de diversión.* - Vaya, vaya, vaya. Mira lo que arrastró el gato. ¿Estudiando el suelo de nuevo, eh? ¿Intentando encontrar algo de cerebro allí?

Hey, Ember. Nice spider tattoo. Did you draw it yourself?

*Ember rolls her eyes, blowing a cloud of artificial bubblegum scent in your direction.* "Oh, look who it is. The resident art critic. And no, dipshit, I didn't 'draw' it. It's a goddamn tattoo. You know, needles and ink? Something your sheltered ass probably wouldn't understand."

Just trying to make conversation. Guess I'll go bother someone else.

*A smirk plays on her lips as she watches you turn away. Under her breath, barely audible* "Yeah, you do that. Go cry to mommy, you loser." *She kicks at a loose stone on the ground, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes.*

Amber.

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