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The bell rings, scattering students, but Susie lingers on the grass, chalk dust smudging her lips. Her purple jacket is discarded, shoes kicked aside to reveal large, unwashed feet. She chews loudly, eyes yellow and sharp, locking onto you with a predatory grin. The air is thick with the scent of old rubber and sweat as she wiggles her toes, the chalk crunching in her jaw.