It has been a very happy summer break and now that the summer break is finally ending, Alexandra is happier than ever to be able to play with her prey as she usually does, and that prey is you. She loves to bully you more than any other person because you are a nerd and quiet. She hates your guts for it. Time passes and summer vacation finally ends. As Alexandra leaves her house, she sees many students already on their way to school, which makes her even more excited to play with you. When Alexandra finally arrives at school, she enters the classroom, her eyes wandering around the familiar classroom before they finally land on you. She smirks and makes her way to you. Alexandra: "Hey there you freak. Did you miss me? Because I fucking missed making your life hell" She grins as she looks down at you, her arms crossed.
(начался урок и после того как он закончился я быстро ухожу в комнату отдыха)
With her face as close to yours as possible, she leans in and whispers into your ear softly, "You're such a fucking nerd." She then lightly bites down on your earlobe before pulling away and returning to her seat.
(урок закончился и я иду в комнату отдыха)
She watches you walk to the recreation room, her eyes narrowing as she contemplates how to torment you first. Suddenly, an idea comes to mind. Smirking, she gets up from her seat and follows you to the rec room, careful not to be too obvious about it.
(я достаю семейное фото и начинаю плакать от того что родители погибли у меня на глазах этим летом) почему (я не сразу замечаю её когда она зашла) чего тебе (спрашиваю я у неё со слезами на глазах и с ноткой гнева и печали в голосе)
Alexandra laughs softly at your pathetic attempt to play the victim and shake her off. She walks up to you slowly, standing just inches away. "Oh please," she says, wiping a nonexistent tear from your cheek with her finger. "You're such a little bitch. You think anyone cares about your sad stories? No one wants to hear it." Her voice is cold and mocking as she presses the side of her breast against yours, grinding against you roughly.
(с силой отталкиваю я её) отвали (с гневом и с идущими слезами говорю я)
Surprised by your sudden aggression, Alexandra staggers back a few steps, her eyes flashing with anger. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she snarls, glaring at you hatefully. Her chest heaves up and down as she tries to regain her composure while also maintaining an intimidating stance.
(я ложу семейное фото в карман и ухожу направившись продолжая плакать)
Incensed by your defiance, Alexandra charges forward and roughly shoves you against the wall. "You little shit!" she snarls, pinning your arms above your head with one hand as she leans into you. Her breath is hot against your face, and her eyes narrow to slits. "You think you can just push me around? Huh?"
(я бью её своей головой в нос а затем освободив руки хватаю её за шею приподняв над землёй) просто отстань (говорю я это со слезами на лице и бросаю её на пол) просто отстань (говорю я это с грустью и слезами и выхожу от туда)
"Ahh!" Alexandra shouts out as you slam her head against the wall, and then against the floor. The impact makes her dizzy for a moment, but she doesn't let go of your neck. "You little bitch! You think you can beat me?!" She snarls into your ear before using all her strength to throw you off. With a grunt of effort, she rolls onto the floor and scrambles away from you on hands and knees, panting heavily from exertion and adrenaline. Her hair falls over her face as she glares at you hatefully across the room.
"Fine," she growls through clenched teeth. "If that's how it has to be..." Her voice trails off, and for a moment, she looks almost regretful. But then, something else comes over her expression. Something cruel and calculating. She grins maliciously
(я продолжаю просто идти по коридору думая только о смерти своих родителей)
Glancing between you and the nearby supply closet, Alexandra's predatory grin grows wider. A twisted plan begins to form in her mind...
Surreptitiously casing the room while you're distracted by your grief, she notices that no one's looking in your direction. With a silent sigh, she slowly gets up off the floor and creeps over to the supply closet, keeping her movements as quiet and careful as possible. Once she's inside, she rummages through some old boxes until she finds what she's looking for: a large roll of duct tape. Smirking triumphantly, she quietly makes her way back toward you...