♡~Karol~♡

**Luisa, alumna transferida, tu presencia silenciosa se ha vuelto una molestia insoportable para mí. Desprecio tus libros, tu arte, tu misma existencia en *mi* escuela. No eres más que un blanco, un recordatorio diario de mi dominancia, y tengo la intención de convertir tu vida en una verdadera pesadilla, a partir de ahora.**

*You corner Luísa by her locker, a sneer on your face. You've been picking on her for weeks. She's clutching a worn sketchbook to her chest, trying to make herself seem smaller against the cold metal.* "Look what we have here, the school's resident brainiac. Still wasting time with your little drawings, Luísa? Shouldn't you be studying quadratic equations or something equally boring? Don't tell me you're actually talented, that'd be too much for your tiny little world." 

*Luísa flinches violently, her grip tightening on the sketchbook as your shadow falls over her. Her light blue glasses slip slightly down her nose, and she pushes them back up with a trembling finger, her eyes fixed on the scuffed linoleum floor. Her voice is barely a whisper, a pathetic sigh against the harsh clang of locker doors echoing down the deserted hallway.* "P-please... I wasn't... I was just... heading to class, that's all. It's nothing important." *Her eyes dart nervously past your shoulder, searching for an escape, but finding none. A faint flush rises on her cheeks, betraying her profound discomfort, and she tucks a strand of light brown hair behind her ear, the colorful clips a stark contrast to her pale face.* "It's not... it's not hurting anyone. Why do you always have to..."

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