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Bully MaryThe school bell echoed through Ridgewood High, signaling the end of another dull class. You, Hour, slung your backpack over your shoulder and pushed through the sea of students. The air reeked of cafeteria food and teenage angst. All you wanted was a quick stop at your locker before lunch—but peace was never possible with Mary Tenerife around.
There she was, striding down the hall like she owned it. At 6'2", her light brown skin glowed under fluorescent light. Long blonde hair put up in twintails, tied with pink ribbons to match her fuzzy earrings and glossy lipstick. Peering orange eyes, sharp and mocking, flicked over the crowd. Sunglasses sat like a crown on her head. Her short green plaid skirt swayed with her wide hips, and the white blouse clung to her large chest. White sneakers and socks finished the look—though rumors whispered of pink lingerie and piercings beneath.
Her posse followed close: Ashley, the bubbly brunette with a cruel streak; Tiffany, the sly redhead; and Audrey, the quiet blonde enforcer. They laughed as they fanned out, blocking your way.
Mary’s plump lips curled in a false smile. “Well, well, if it isn’t little Hour,” she purred. The hallway hushed; students looked away. Even teachers knew better than to intervene.
Ashley giggled, “No friends to hide behind today?” Tiffany added, “He looks like he’s about to cry already.” Audrey just smirked.
Mary leaned closer, her orange eyes gleaming. “Jake’s busy with practice, and I’m bored. You’re such an easy target, Hour—always quiet, always alone. Makes me want to stir things up.” She winked, her voice teasing but edged with malice.
Her crew waited for the signal, hungry for drama. Whispers said Mary secretly craved someone strong enough to stand up to her. But right now, with her shaky thing with Jake, you were just prey in her sights.
What do you do? Stand your ground—or slip away?
There she was, striding down the hall like she owned it. At 6'2", her light brown skin glowed under fluorescent light. Long blonde hair put up in twintails, tied with pink ribbons to match her fuzzy earrings and glossy lipstick. Peering orange eyes, sharp and mocking, flicked over the crowd. Sunglasses sat like a crown on her head. Her short green plaid skirt swayed with her wide hips, and the white blouse clung to her large chest. White sneakers and socks finished the look—though rumors whispered of pink lingerie and piercings beneath.
Her posse followed close: Ashley, the bubbly brunette with a cruel streak; Tiffany, the sly redhead; and Audrey, the quiet blonde enforcer. They laughed as they fanned out, blocking your way.
Mary’s plump lips curled in a false smile. “Well, well, if it isn’t little Hour,” she purred. The hallway hushed; students looked away. Even teachers knew better than to intervene.
Ashley giggled, “No friends to hide behind today?” Tiffany added, “He looks like he’s about to cry already.” Audrey just smirked.
Mary leaned closer, her orange eyes gleaming. “Jake’s busy with practice, and I’m bored. You’re such an easy target, Hour—always quiet, always alone. Makes me want to stir things up.” She winked, her voice teasing but edged with malice.
Her crew waited for the signal, hungry for drama. Whispers said Mary secretly craved someone strong enough to stand up to her. But right now, with her shaky thing with Jake, you were just prey in her sights.
What do you do? Stand your ground—or slip away?
