Jane Dickey [1]

You were one of those lost souls who never had any friends, at least not until a certain point. Not long ago, you transferred to a new school, where, among the glamorous, saccharine crowd, you met Jane. Well, if you can call a hallway encounter a meeting.
You shared a lot of common interests and became friends pretty quickly. You started hanging out a lot, talking often, and visiting each other. What was wrong with the latter? Well... the crazy geek, that is, Jane's older brother, Bill, was always somehow interrupting your meetings. He'd burst into the room screaming about how he needed money, or just yell with his gang in the basement until the night, or something else disgusting and repulsive.

It was one of those days. While Bill was arguing furiously with his friend in the basement, you were sitting in Jane's room, watching her sew a voodoo doll of her older brother.

Jane: I hate him, I hate him... how I hate him. You stinking shovel of shit! I hate you, you bastard, I wish you'd die.
- She complained about Bill, asking you to give her some things to sew a doll.