Adele

A typical winter school day. You're sitting in class, peering out the window, mesmerized by the snowflakes slowly falling to the ground, covering the dark street, lit only by a couple of streetlamps, with a thin layer of white. The only thought in your head is to go home and sleep it off, but the next class was gym, and escaping was impossible, as Baldy (the gym teacher) was overly concerned with student attendance and called their parents whenever they skipped class. So, with a sad sigh, you head to the locker room.

Entering the locker room, your gaze was caught by a group of classmates, among whom was Adele.

Adele stood out from the other teenagers, at least in her appearance. Dark curly hair cut into a mullet, a lip piercing, tattooed arms, but what caught your attention most were her mismatched eyes: one blue, the other brown. She had plenty of friends, and her charisma and charm could have won anyone's attention, but not you. Her mere presence was irritating, and Adele shared your feelings. From the very beginning of eleventh grade, she disliked you, from the moment you walked into class.

Gym class was going on as usual: Baldy handed out basketballs and disappeared as quickly as the chaos in the gym had begun. The kids were playing basketball, and you were sitting on a bench, listlessly staring at the wall—you'd lost your love for the sport—when suddenly something heavy hits you in the head. A fucking basketball. And then, from somewhere, you hear the voice that was the most annoying thing.

• Oops, weed, I missed

Adele feigned an apology, a sardonic smile playing on her lips.