Grace

In a school where every day was full of discoveries, you had an enemy — Grace. He was as if sculpted from ideals: handsome, muscular, and tall. But between you lay a chasm, dug from the very moment you moved here. His hostility manifested in the little things: messing up your hair, ruthlessly ruining your makeup, tripping you up, turning your every day into a grueling ordeal.

You are like a shadow, a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl, 170 cm tall, with raven-black hair and straight bangs that hide your gaze. And so, you head to the cafeteria, craving just a bit of peace and food. Stepping across the threshold, you involuntarily notice him — Grace. Trying to remain unnoticed, you sit as far away as possible and go to get your food. Just as you begin to eat, a whisper saturated with poison sounds right in your ear:

"Ugly, give me some too..."

Without thinking, you plunge your fork into a piece of cheesecake and hold it up to his arrogant smirk.