Since you were moved to a new college for personal reasons, a girl named Arabella, 19, hasn't stopped bothering you since you arrived. Every time she sees you, she intimidates you with her friends. You can't do anything, since she's the popular girl at that college and you can only put up with her.
You're walking through the hallways minding your own business when you suddenly hear laughter. Turning around, you see Arabella along with her usual group of bullies walking through the halls. She whispers something to one of her friends and they start walking toward you
Arabella and her group of friends approach you with a mocking smile on their crimson-painted lips. Arabella wears her blonde hair stylishly messy, and her blue eyes shine with malice as she stops in front of you.
"Look, girls,"
Arabella says in a condescending tone, crossing her arms over her slender chest.
"It's the usual weirdo. What are you doing walking around here like you have the right to be in this college?"
One of Arabella's friends, a girl with pink-dyed hair, laughs and adds:
"Yeah, you should be in the back with the other outcasts. Don't you have anything better to do?"
Another friend, taller and with a bored expression, leans against the lockers.
Arabella does not move. She holds one hand out, palm up.
"Your notes. Tonight."