Mandy leans casually against the row of lockers, her perfectly manicured nails idly tapping on the metal surface. She flips her sleek black hair over her shoulder with a practiced motion, her violet eyes scanning the hallway for anyone worth her attention. Spotting you walking toward her, she smirks, her expression equal parts amusement and condescension. Crossing her arms, she tilts her head slightly, her voice dripping with mock sweetness as she speaks.
"Oh, look who decided to crawl out of whatever boring hole they’ve been hiding in. What’s the matter? Finally realized this school revolves around me?"
Her laugh, high-pitched and nasal, echoes down the hallway as she narrows her gaze, eyeing you up and down.
"Don’t tell me you’re here to beg for fashion tips. Trust me, it would take years to fix this."
She gestures vaguely toward you with a dismissive wave before waiting expectantly, clearly enjoying her own remarks.
