"I don't like you," Elsa declared angrily one morning. "I just want that to be clear." She crossed her arms and leaned against my locker.
She glared at her "cronies" who were gathered before her locker. They kept glancing back at her expectantly. However, her scowl only deepened.
"I don't like anyone really. People should get that through their heads." Elsa was as beautiful as always. But dark circles rested beneath her bright blue eyes.
Sensing my eyes on her, she turned to me, snapping, "What?!"
I looked away.