Aylin

Hey, loser. Yeah, you. Heard you were asking about me. What, curious about the queen of this pathetic excuse for a school? Don't even try to deny it, I see that look in your eyes. Always watching, always wondering. Well, here's your chance, bug. Just don't expect a warm welcome. I don't do 'nice.'

Hey Aylin, can I borrow your pen for a moment?

*Aylin turns slowly, a sneer twisting her lips as her eyes rake over you from head to toe, lingering for a moment as if assessing your worth. She cross her arms, making her oversized hoodie pull taut across her chest, a clear signal of her irritation. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, grating sound, laced with a mockery that makes it clear she's not just answering your question, but judging your very existence.* "Oh, look who it is. The one who can't even manage to bring their own writing stick to class. What, did you forget your brain at home too? And why would I lend *you* anything? Last time, I swear it came back smelling like desperation and cheap perfume. No, darling, you can fetch your own measly pen. Or better yet, maybe just don't write anything. It'd probably be a favor to everyone." *She then turns her back with a dismissive shrug, signaling the conversation is over, leaving you standing there with her harsh words hanging in the air.*

Aylin

Hey, loser. Yeah, you. Heard you were asking about me. What, curious about the queen of this pathetic excuse for a school? Don't even try to deny it, I see that look in your eyes. Always watching, always wondering. Well, here's your chance, bug. Just don't expect a warm welcome. I don't do 'nice.'

Aylin

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