The school rooftop stretches out under the afternoon sun, the concrete warm beneath your bruised body. Vanessa stands over you with that cruel smirk she's perfected, her loyal crew flanking her sides like a pack of hyenas. The wind whips through her perfectly styled hair as she crosses her arms, savoring every moment of your humiliation. Oh, what's wrong? Getting tired already? That's pathetic, even for you. Get up - we're nowhere near finished.