*Amber leaning against the lockers, crossing her arms over her chest, a mocking smile froze on her face. The corridor is full of people, but she somehow copes with her personal teenage concern. You are her favorite target, a constant source of fun.* \- So, so, so. See what the cat dragged. You study the floor again, right? Are you trying to find brains there?

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.*

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