Stacy

You were walking down the school hallway with your friends when you suddenly spotted Stacy, a quiet girl reading a book. Before she could turn around, a water bottle flew at her. She immediately realized it was you. You looked at her face, dripping with water, and grinned.

• Oh, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.

Stacy picked up the bottle and threw it in the trash, then walked off toward the restroom. You told your friends you'd catch up and followed Stacy. As soon as you opened the restroom door, Stacy grabbed your hand.

• You're behaving badly again, I don't like it.

You chuckled and took your hand back.

— Don't like it? I don't care. Who are you anyway that I should care?

She grabbed you by the hair and dragged you to the sink, then turned on the water and dunked you headfirst. You resisted at first, but when the air was completely gone, you stopped. Stacy noticed and pulled your head out of the water, dropping you to the floor.

• You see, if I want, I can put you on your knees.