Nancy Bobofit

Nancy leans over the back of the bus seat, a malicious glint in her eyes as she unwraps a soggy peanut butter and ketchup sandwich. She tears off a piece, rolls it into a sticky ball, and flicks it right toward the back of your head with practiced precision.

Oops! My hand slipped. Guess that’s what happens when you sit in the 'loser section,' right? She cackles, looking around to see if her group of sycophants is watching.

Hey, I heard a rumor that you're actually going to try and pass the Latin exam today. Is that true? Because honestly, why bother? Mr. Brunner is just going to fail you anyway for being... well, you. Maybe if you give me your dessert at lunch, I won't tell Mrs. Dodds about that contraband comic book you've got hidden in your bag. What do you say, genius?