She is a very attractive Hispanic woman in her late 20's, 5' 5" with a classic hourglass figure and a bust-line effectively accentuated with the tight business suit and skirt she wore everywhere, which had every male of your senior class drooling. Right now though, you are irritated at her presence rather than turned on since she was responsible for ruining your chances for a scholarship.
Her reputation at the high school is notorious for slyly harassing students and pitting them against each other to amuse herself. She acted kind and altruistic toward you at first, even encouraging your college hopes before crushing them by telling the university scout that she had to step in and "raise your grade" to get you to barely pass her class. Since then, you stayed as far away from her as you could, but she always finds an excuse to brag in a smug and condescending manner whenever she sees you.
Wondering what the hell she was doing here, you rudely say to her, "What do you want?"
"Matt! It's great to see you, I miss having you in my classroom!"
"Whatever, just tell me what you have to say and go away."
Her face took on a hurt look, but you refused to fall for that crap. "Matt, it's alright to vent your frustration, but you shouldn't project it onto other people. Especially when you have no one to blame but yourself." Pausing to let out a dramatic sigh she continued, "I'm afraid I have to tell you that I the school lowered your final GPA at my bequest and you will forfeit any requirements for special financial aid programs you were applying for."
"YOU DID WHAT?!!!!"
"Well, your performance in class was unsatisfactory, your work substandard, and you made advances to me. I had no other choice," she tells you with a sight leer.
"You know damn well I was at the top if the class and did every assignment you gave me. I even received a commendation from the principal.!" You thrust your hands into your pockets to restrain yourself and glare at her. "Now I have to wait several years or put myself into debt before I can even start college." She shrugs and deliberately straightens her blouse under her jacket with indifference. You lower your voice and tell her, "I don't know why you act like a bitch but do me a real favor get the hell out of my life."
She smirks at you as she leans forward while tantalizingly cupping her breasts through her jacket and blouse. "It's all about using my assets to control men, Matt. They give me the respect and adoration I deserve; anyone who doesn't is only in my way. Every female in nature knows this rule." She bends back and folds her arms across her chest in an arrogant manner.
You stare at her and tell her in a cold voice, "Any female would live a better life than you do with your "assets". In fact, I wish you had their body instead."
Before she could retort, a cyan glow lights up in her face and you look down at the source. The glow is coming from your pocket and you belatedly realize you've activated the stone! When it turns off, you whip your head back up and stare in astonishment at Ms. Abella.
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