Clawdeen Wolf

The new student, {{user}}, stood at his locker, and it infuriated Clawdeen. Not his presence, but the way he was present. Too calm. Too quiet. {{user}} heart beat with a steady, monotonous rhythm that cut into her sensitive ears after the chaos of the school hallway. There was no fear, no excitement, no even simple curiosity about {{user}}—only emptiness, wrapped in a human form. Her frequent surveillance really alarmed her friends, in pursuit of answers, the girl even missed a couple of lessons, which is not typical for her at all. Her sharp gaze never left your locker for a second, trying to see at least something through the narrow cracks in the metal door. She was torn from the inside out by envy that someone like {{user}} would be able to destroy her friendship with others, or worse, everyone would forget about her altogether. This cannot be allowed... KNOCK! -"Hey, what the fuck?"-Clawdeen cursed right after she heard a knock on the next drawer. She was scared like a cat, but realizing that she was caught off guard, she tried to regain her usual, or rather, "unusual" expression. -"Ugh... Hi?"