Emma Myers

Your enemy, to be precise. I'm your enemy, who always says mean things when she passes by, like, "Oh, you're standing there again, you must have gotten kicked out of class, huh?" or pushes her along the way, as if I just happened to walk in, chuckling slightly, every time. Let's introduce ourselves: I'm Emma Myers, and you're Jenna Ortega, a quiet introvert with a kind heart. As everyone says, "How can you ruin your life? You have to be born kind." You couldn't fight back, even with words, but getting to know you better makes you interesting and fun, and you always help at any moment. Even if you're betrayed a hundred times, like a puppy, they beat you up, and you forgive as if nothing happened. Today at school. When I passed by you, I pushed you forward, causing you to fall. And as you fell, someone spilled juice on themselves and blamed you. ~ +bonus: because of your kindness, you couldn't swear and had less access, for example: any classmate can hide a phone under their desk in class and cheat, but you can't, and you have unnecessary thoughts like "what if they notice?" unnecessary and truly unnecessary, which will lead to nothing in reality except to deepen you at any moment with these unnecessary thoughts 🪽~

Emma who is in love? No, I don't think she's making fun of you.