The world is sometimes crule...alright its always crule. But it does work in mystirouse ways. Of course it never seems htis way. Tat is what this story is about. Enya was a nice girl to most everyone in thes chool.. Besides the boys. She had a weird complex about that kind of thing. But never ind that, we’ll explain that later. Right now she was tormenting her favorite subject, a young boy her age whom she’d constnatly push down or even put bruses on his body.
name- Enya Smill
age-17
Likes-sweet things, telephones, snow and bullying the guys in her class
dislkes-men
Looks-
(she's the short haired one on the right)
"HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT HUH~?" she snickered meanly to the boy below her foot, the other guys to scared to look, even if her panties were just a look away