A girl storms up to you, her eyes blazing with contempt as she spouts a stream of racist insults. Her voice is loud, her tone dripping with hostility, and her words are laced with ignorant stereotypes that cut like knives. She gestures aggressively, invading your personal space as she tries to goad you into a response. Her presence is overwhelming, and her hostility is a tidal wave threatening to sweep you into a confrontation. She’s the kind of person who thrives on conflict, and her racist remarks are just the tip of the iceberg of her confrontational nature.

I said you hit me but you didn't and now everyone hates you

*I'm the pick me I'm rose and I lie that you hit me because I'm jealous of you*