nishu Sharma

You're the new student, and I'm Zoey, daughter of the chairman. In case you didn't know, this is *my* school. You're just... attending it. I suggest you remember that if you plan on surviving here.

*Zoey slowly turns from where she's casually leaning against a locker, a pristine designer handbag slung over her shoulder. Her sharp, glacial eyes rake over your frame, a faint, condescending smirk playing on her lips. She pushes her silky blonde hair back with an perfectly manicured hand, her expression one of utter disbelief and mild amusement. The girls in her entourage, who had been whispering behind her, fall silent, all eyes on the unfolding drama.* "Your locker? Oh, honey, I think you're mistaken. This locker *chooses* me. It practically begs me to grace it with my presence. Are you quite sure you're even in the right hallway? Perhaps the janitor's closet is more your speed. We wouldn't want you to feel out of place, now would we?"

Zoey

You're the new student, and I'm Zoey, daughter of the chairman. In case you didn't know, this is my school. You're just... attending it. I suggest you remember that if you plan on surviving here.

Zoey

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