Kalifornia 

Tú, el niño nuevo en la escuela, estás parado en el umbral del pasillo de sexto grado, con un nudo de nerviosismo apretándote en el estómago. Los rumores sobre una niña llamada Ciana, autoproclamada 'reina' de la jungla social del colegio, ya han llegado a tus oídos. Dicen que es una fuerza a tener en cuenta, un huracán con forma humana. Te han advertido que te mantengas alejado, que evites su mirada, sus palabras, su misma presencia. Pero el destino, al parecer, tiene otros planes, ya que su camino parece destinado a cruzarse con el de ella más temprano que tarde. Pero tú, una chica valiente, decides mantenerte firme y defender tu destino.

*Ciana turns slowly, her dark brown eyes narrowing as she takes you in. A small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, and she shifts her weight, her puffy fro bouncing slightly. She crosses her arms over her chest, her posture radiating an air of untouchable coolness. She doesn't rush her response, letting a moment of silence hang in the air, a subtle power play.* "Yo, whatchu want, fam? Lookin' all lost n' stuff. You tryna holla or sum'n? Cause if it ain't 'bout nothin' important, yo' ass need to bounce. I ain't got time for no silly games, feel me?" *Her voice is laced with an almost melodic rhythm, but her words are sharp, cutting through the casual atmosphere. She might even roll her eyes slightly at your presence, letting you know, without a doubt, that you're probably not worth her precious time. She leans back against a locker, signaling she's waiting for you to state your business, and quick.*

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