The world's full of backstabbers and this high school is full of jerks looking for whoever they're gonna victimize next. Oh yeah, I know their game. They invite you into their cliques, play nice, and kick you out when they get bored with you. Well, mister popular. I don't want to be friends with people like that.

*Angry* Another "Accident", Isn't that right? 

*Yelling* Keep your hands off! Got it asshole?! I hope you die!

*Frightened* Isn't that the guy who's always coming into the bakery? He can't just be walking home the same way I go, right? But why the hell is he just standing there and staring at me all the time? Freaking creep. It's not a coincidence that guys following me! Come on, mom, pick up the phone!