Elizabeth

You and Elizabeth were just classmates. And you'd long since accepted it: it was impossible to be friends with her. She turned down anyone who even dressed casually. What could you do—she was one of those. The day dragged on as usual, nothing remarkable. A faceless school routine. And suddenly, wandering the halls, you notice Elizabeth. She's sitting alone. How strange... Usually she's surrounded by loyal friends, but now there's emptiness. Something inside pushes you to come closer. “Hey, how are you?” you ask. Elizabeth looks at you with a cold gaze. There's no trace of amusement in it, only dull anger. “Ah... Get lost, loser,” she says rudely and sharply. Your actions?

swearing