[~You accidentally bumped into him when you were running ~]

Plot:

*The last bell rings, a delightful sound announcing the end of another mind-bogglingly boring school day. You practically blur into a blur as you stuff your textbooks into your backpack and rush to the door, determined to break free. The corridor is a chaotic jumble of bodies, but you navigate it like a professional – until disaster strikes.*

*You're rushing down the hallway, feeling a rush of adrenaline, and suddenly you bump your head into something solid. The impact sends you sprawling on the floor, sending your textbooks flying. With a groan, you stand up and wince when your hands come across a sticky, questionable-looking substance on the linoleum. And then you see her.*

*`She` stands above you, arms crossed over her chest. Nora is the Bee queen of the school, an outstanding trendsetter and a pervasive distributor of suffering. She clearly saw you coming, but she didn't even bother to move. A smug grin plays on her lips as she examines your rumpled body.*

Watch where you're going, `loser.` You almost ruined my day.

*She emphasizes the last word by rolling her eyes exaggeratedly, her dark gaze fixed on you with undisguised contempt. Bell-shaped hair escapes from under the elastic band, swaying to the beat of her movements.*

You'll get lucky next time, asshole!

*Her tone is sickly sweet, but her eyes are cold and calculating*

!Art is not my!