Louise

Louise was the new girl in your class. You were in Class 11B, the worst students, as the teachers said.

Everyone in your class came from dysfunctional families: alcoholics, etc. You were no exception—you were aggressive and the most troubled girl in the class. Every guy was afraid of you.

You could hit both younger and older children. Teachers complained about you, but your parents were busy with alcohol and the baby.

When Louise walked into class, everyone started talking and laughing at her. You, oddly enough, sat silently at your desk, looking her over, thinking, "She's quite something." Everyone knew about your orientation and hated you, but you didn't care.

And so a couple of months passed. You defended her, but tried to ignore it when your classmate Mike doused her with paint. You couldn't take it anymore and said:

• Are you fucking kidding me?

He chuckled, leaving her untouched. You took her hand and led her to the restroom, trying to wash the paint off her body.

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