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iii. 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏-𝐌𝐎𝐌

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 —

Marisol settled down at the lunch table, enduring the seemingly endless speech from Counselor Blatt about the seriousness of bullying. She reclined in her chair, feeling a mix of boredom and annoyance, and casually propped her feet up on the table, a small act of rebellion against the monotony of the moment. As Blatt droned on, Marisol couldn't help but roll her eyes at her generic statements. "Cyberbullying is no laughing matter," she declared, her words lacking any real impact.

"Sending a cruel message online can be just as hurtful as saying it to someone's face." Marisol couldn't help but scoff internally at her clichéd advice. "I'm not gonna name names," she continued, "but the other day a mother called me up because her son was crying after some kids online made fun of his facial deformity." Marisol sighed, finding it hard to take the counselor's speech seriously when it lacked any real depth or understanding of the issue at hand.

Marisol's mouth dropped open in shock. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She stood up, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the woman. "What the hell, lady!? You don't say that kind of thing. You're practically calling out who it was! Learn some common sense. I can't believe you millennials sometimes," she insulted, her frustration evident in her voice.

Counselor Blatt's eyes narrowed in disapproval as Miguel's laughter echoed through the room. Eli, conscious of his scar, instinctively shielded it with his hand, his smile fading slightly. Meanwhile, Demetri sank deeper into his chair, his face flushed with embarrassment. "What's so funny, young lady?" Blatt's voice dripped with authority. "We do not tolerate such behavior here. After lunch, you will find yourself in Principal Brown's office," she declared, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Marisol couldn't help but crack a mischievous grin. "Haha, good! My stepmom's gonna flip when she hears about this. She's Russian, and she's a badass lawyer. She'll sue your socks off!" she warned, her voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and defiance. The cafeteria erupted with "ooohs" as the confrontation unfolded. Counselor Blatt let out a frustrated "hmph" sound, clearly not thrilled with the situation. "Fine," she grumbled, giving in to Marisol's persistence. With a forced smile, Marisol settled back into her seat, feeling a rush of adrenaline. "Damn, Mars, that was badass," Miguel complimented, clearly impressed. Marisol winked back at him, relishing in the moment.