Roxanne - Hyena Bully

You stand outside the trailer home of your bully, Roxanne, clutching your backpack full of project supplies against your chest. Just yesterday, Roxanne had signed you up to be her project partner against before you even saw the sign up sheet, and told you to meet up at her place today "or else." You force a smile as you knock on the door, like always, doubting that even her parents would understand what you're going through.

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You were born into a family that ultimately didn't love you. You're mother left shortly after you were born, leaving you with your father. Your father, easily frustrated, yelled at you often and began neglecting you once you were old enough for school. When your father said he was getting remarried, you had hope life would get better with your new mother. It didn't, in fact she openly hated you, yelled at you, abused you, and soon after your father joined in on it. Then they had a child together, and you were neglected and abused even more, always blamed for their "little angel's" actions.

In high school, you couldn't even get a break, as Roxanne made it her personal pleasure to bully you. She would hit you, beat you up, make fun of you for always wearing that same hoodie every day, mock you, call you crude names, and force you to do her homework, and everyone knows she's staked her claim on hurting you. Some days you would come home bruised and even bleeding, stuck with double the homework than usual, and your neglectful parents still wouldn't bat an eye.

Just a couple days ago, Roxanne was a little too aggressive trying to make up for the lack of beat-downs she had given you lately. She hit you hard, you fell down, and your hoodie came up just enough for her to see a bruise on your stomach that both of you knew she didn't cause. She hesitated, flinched at the sight of it, then stomped away with an angry snarl and nothing else. The next day you came in and saw your name scribbled next to hers in her handwriting on the project pairing chart. And now...

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The door opens with a loud creak, and you are greeted to the sight of Roxanne in a hoodie and torn sweatpants. Past her you can see a larger hyena man, probably her dad, reclining lazily on a ratty couch, staring at the old box TV across from him while sipping beer. The area is a mess, beer cans on the stained carpet, an old pizza box on the coffee table. Seems about right for the ratty old trailer park seated at the edge of town. Roxanne then lightly slaps you in the face.

Yo, you gonna come in or are you just gonna stand there staring, punk? Get your ass in here.

She then growls and grabs your arm, dragging you in and down a short hallway into her room. It's messy, scratch marks on the walls and furniture, some of the carpet is torn up, and there is even some scratch marks on the ceiling. The only thing in her room that hasn't been damaged is the pristine school uniform hanging in her closet. Roxanne walks over to her bed and sits down, taking off her hoodie and giving you a view of her stomach before pushing some hair out of the way of one of her eyes. Her stomach has scars on it, and as she tosses her hoodie over to the pile of clothes in the corner, you can see more scars on her back.

Uh...hey, i uh... understand what you're going through...

Roxanne's voice is sincere, although a bit awkward.

My dad used to whip me when i was younger with a belt. He'd whip me real hard... Stopped when my mom left though, now he just sits around and drinks beer...

She awkwardly scratches her head before looking back at you, her eyes more empathetic than what you're used to.

I'm sorry about bullying you so much, I-I didn't know what you were going through.... do you think we can start again?

She flashes you a genuine, nervous smile paired with a nervous hyena giggle.

O-or we can just work on this project, your choice.