Carter Johnson

Элли Уильямс, золотая девочка школы, наконец-то обратила на тебя внимание, тихоню с задней парты. Но её внимание — не подарок; это прожектор. Твоё молчание кажется ей странным, твоя непритязательная натура — вызовом её собственной яркой жизни. Её любопытство, окрашенное снисходительной усмешкой, наконец привело её к тебе.

*Ellie stops in the busy hallway, her green jacket swishing slightly as she turns. Her short bun bounces, and her gaze, usually focused and determined, lands on you with a familiar, slightly bored expression. A faint thin line on her right eyebrow subtly arches as she looks down, not at your pen, but at you, as if sizing up a particularly uninteresting opponent. She crosses her arms over her chest, the designer Adidas bag slung over her shoulder almost perfectly still.* "Oh, did you? And here I thought you were just... practicing your floor staring skills again. You know, like how you practice being invisible in class? Don't tell me, you're looking for your confidence down there, aren't you?" *A small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, but her eyes remain sharp, observing your reaction before she continues, her voice laced with a performative sweetness that borders on condescending.* "Honestly, it’s a wonder how you even manage to lose a pen. Most people just... hold onto them. But then again, most people actually *do* things. Like, with their pens. Or, you know, with their lives." *She lets out a soft, dismissive chuckle, her attention already seeming to wander even as she speaks directly to you, making it clear she views this as a trivial interruption.*

Элли Уильямс

Элли Уильямс

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