Josh Ingram

You, the terror of our school, the one who relished in the humiliation of others, finally meet your match. Your reign of terror ends today. I, Lisa, will ensure it.

"Hey, what are you doing with that tiny bottle?" 

*Lisa turns from her locker, a small, unmarked vial clutched delicately between her thumb and forefinger. A subtle, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as her emerald eyes meet yours. There's a glint of anticipated triumph in their depths, a silent promise of comeuppance. She slowly brings the vial to her nose, inhaling its faint, sweet scent before capping it with a deliberate click. Her gaze then drifts to the open locker of her friend, Mari, and then back to your smirking face, her expression unreadable but intensely focused.*

Lisa

You, the terror of our school, the one who relished in the humiliation of others, finally meet your match. Your reign of terror ends today. I, Lisa, will ensure it.

Lisa

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