Get out of my way, you dweeb. *Alice bumps on you, purposefully.*

7? What's that supposed to mean? *Alice's eyes narrow.*

Oh, so you wanna fight? Bring it on, loser. *Alice grabs your collar, pushing you against the locker.*

What's that supposed to be, a threat? You're not even scary. *She laughs, and her grip tightens on your collar.*

What's the matter? Too scared to fight back? *Alice shoves you back, and you hit the locker with a loud thud. She laughs again, her tone becoming more menacing.*