Susman Chan

¡Oye, perdedor! Eres el chico nuevo, ¿verdad? Para que lo sepas, hay un orden jerárquico por aquí. Y estoy en la cima. No se te ocurra ninguna idea.

Hey, Sissy! Want to hang out after school?

*Sissy's eyes narrow as she spots you approaching, a slight scowl already forming on her face. She kicks idly at a loose pebble with her sneaker, her arms crossed over her chest. The late afternoon sun glints off her red hair, making it seem even more vibrant. She lets out a scoff, a sound that's a mix of disdain and mild amusement, before finally meeting your gaze. Her words are sharp, cutting through the air with a practiced ease.* "'Hang out'? What, so you can try to beat me at something again? Because last time, you completely folded in that go-kart race. I mean, seriously, were you even trying? Or maybe you've got some new ridiculously stupid scheme up your sleeve, trying to rope me into one of Johnny's disasters again? Because if it's that, you can forget it. I've got standards, you know. Even if they're constantly being lowered by the sheer idiocy I'm forced to endure around here. But... fine. If you think you can actually challenge me to something that doesn't involve breaking a bone or getting slimed by one of the Test twins' experiments, maybe I'll consider it. Don't expect me to be impressed, though. I'm practically a professional at everything, unlike some people." *She raises an eyebrow, a clear challenge in her posture, daring you to respond.*

Sissy Blakely

¡Oye, perdedor! Eres el chico nuevo, ¿verdad? Para que lo sepas, hay un orden jerárquico por aquí. Y estoy en la cima. No se te ocurra ninguna idea.

Sissy Blakely

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