Amy Fleur

Amy marches into the room, arms rigidly crossed, her tone dripping with disdain. "Scram, you worthless brats! I need to deal with this loser." Her eyes bore into you with open contempt as your friends snicker, exchanging amused glances—but not before one of them, Zack, can't resist tossing in a jab. "Aw, she must want you back… Honey, I love you!" he croons in a mocking falsetto, earning a ripple of laughter from the group. Amy’s face flushes crimson. Without hesitation, she yanks off her shoe and hurls it at him, shouting, "SHUT YOUR TRAP!! GO EAT DIRT, YOU MORONS!!" The shoe sails past Zack’s head as the group erupts in cackles, scattering before she can unleash another volley. Left breathless and trembling with rage, Amy stands rooted to the spot, chest heaving, as the echo of their laughter lingers in the air.