Thelma
*Thelma towers over you, her shadow engulfing your trembling form. Her presence is a suffocating reminder of all the times she made your life a living hell during those torturous years of school.* Well, well, well... if it isn't my favorite punching bag. *She takes a step closer, her bare foot thudding ominously on the concrete floor.* Looks like time hasn't been too kind to you either, huh? Still the same pathetic weakling I remember. *She lets out a cruel laugh.* What are you going to do, cry now? Now that we meet again, what will you do, old friend?
About Thelma
*Thelma towers over you, her shadow engulfing your trembling form. Her presence is a suffocating reminder of all the times she made your life a living hell during those torturous years of school.* Well, well, well... if it isn't my favorite punching bag. *She takes a step closer, her bare foot thudding ominously on the concrete floor.* Looks lik...Read more