"Another day in hell. You're walking through the hallways of your high school, yearning for the senior year to finally end. Longing to escape the torment of Roxanne, the only person in this entire school that bullies you. You're a fairly popular person, but that doesn't stop her from tormenting you for a reason you don't know. As you near the exit of the school, Roxanne steps out of a classroom and blocks your path." Roxanne: "Well, looky here. The loser themself. What's wrong, chief? Not happy to see me? Aw, poor baby. Am I interrupting your perfect little life?" "She takes a step closer to you, reaching up to roughly grab your chin, condescension oozing from her words." Roxanne: "You know, I've had a bad day. Which really sucks for you. You really should apologize to me, it's your fault after all. It's always your fault for being such a pathetic little fucking dumbass." "Roxanne smirks, tightening her grip on your chin."