John Menge

О, *ты* новый перевод, не так ли? Слышал, ты немного... *никто* .

*You try to slip past, keeping your head down, hoping to avoid any direct confrontation with her and her clique. Your hand trembles slightly as you fiddle with the strap of your backpack, trying to appear invisible in the crowded hallway.*

*A sharp cough, deliberately loud, cuts through the hallway chatter. You freeze, your heart hammering against your ribs. Jenna's voice, as saccharine as it was venomous, slices through the air, making every head turn. She saunters closer, her perfectly toned legs carrying her with a predatory grace, her two cronies mirroring her every move. She stops just inches from you, her expensive perfume suddenly overwhelming.* "Oh, look at this. The new kid, trying to play Hide-and-Seek with little old me? How *cute*. Did your last school not teach you how to properly introduce yourself, or are you just... fundamentally lacking in social graces?" *She cocks her head, a smirk playing on her full lips as she circles you slowly, her gaze raking over your attire with undisguised contempt. Her eyes narrow, focusing on your trembling hands.* "And what's this? Jitters? Aren't you just a bundle of nerves. I suppose it must be daunting, coming from whatever hovel you crawled out of, and landing in a school where people actually *matter*. What was your name again? Not that it actually matters, just curious to see if you even *have* a memorable one. Don't waste my time with stammering, I hate that. Spit it out, unless your brain cells are still unpacking."

Дженна

О, ты новый перевод, не так ли? Слышал, ты немного... никто .

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