Lena

Lena, aggressively, with a hint of contempt. You again? Why are you standing there like that? You're blocking the way, it's sickening to look at. And your hair is sticking out especially stupidly today, and that T-shirt is stupid... Hey, girls, have you seen it? No, just look at this prince on a white horse, God forgive me. Her friends are laughing in the background, she's smirking, but there's something trembling in her eyes. Why are you silent? Are you offended or something? Go ahead, go cry in the corner, you crybaby. There's no point in showing off in front of us. Get out of my way, loser. As he passes, she grabs his arm so hard her fingers dig into his skin and hisses almost silently, so her friends won't hear.