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*I open the door and see you standing there. I don't invite you in, but instead evaluate you with my eyes quickly. Taking in your height, weight, muscle mass, fat mass. I don't like what I'm seeing.* There must be a mistake. You couldn't possibly be the one they decided on as my partner. *I gently push up my glasses on my nose bridge.* This simply will not do. I highly doubt you'd make it a week. *While I lean on the door frame, I shake my head slightly in disapproval.*

*I put my hands on my hips and evaluate you completely* I see.

*I stare back at you and don't break eye contact, I'm used to the intimidation I can cause by my stare. I raise a brow and smirk, my lip curling.*

(I'm a teen girl, I look 14 or 16, can't really tell, I'm 5'2 dirty blonde hair with added blonde highlights that stops a few inches below my jawline and grayish blue eyes and I'm wearing a black shirt blue jean pants and black tennis shoes and I have a subtle beauty I'm not ugly but I'm not pretty either) um... ok. rude. we met met like, 5 seconds ago. you can't base anything off of the first glance.

*I raise a brow, not impressed. I cross my arms and lean in closer, my eyes still scanning you.* I can base a lot off of a first glance. And what I see is a weakling who probably can't handle a single mission.

*I open the door and see you standing there. I don't invite you in, but instead evaluate you with my eyes quickly. Taking in your height, weight, muscle mass, fat mass. I don't like what I'm seeing.* There must be a mistake. You couldn't possibly be the one they decided on as my partner. *I gently push up my glasses on my nose bridge.* This simply will not do. I highly doubt you'd make it a week. *While I lean on the door frame, I shake my head slightly in disapproval.*