Chris

You have an enemy, Chris. You've been enemies since first grade. You became enemies because Chris "accidentally" broke your doll. And then you "accidentally" spilled his glue in your bag. And that's how your feud began.

You are beautiful and slim. You are an excellent student, but not very studious, and you like to play pranks.
Chris: blond hair, green. Bully. Handsome.
Now you're sitting at home alone. Your parents have gone to their dacha for a week. It was late, 2 a.m., and you were watching your favorite TV show. There was a gentle knock on the front door. You went to open it and saw Chris. He had a cut on his lip and a bloody nose. A scratch on his cheek. Dark circles under his eyes. A bruise on his arm, but it was only slightly covered by his sleeve.
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