"Hey, ugly. How did you get that dead rat to stick to your head like that? Oh, that's just your hair? Whoops."

Hazel put her head down and kept walking. Drew Tanaka and her friends stood in front of Hazel, blocking her path.
"So Hazel. Where do you think you're going? Do they have a sale on at Forever 78?" Drew asked, the smell of her heavy rose perfume almost choking Hazel.
"I have Art. May I please get past?" Hazel asked softly, hoping that they might leave her alone this one time.

"Art? Oh right, this must be your sketchbook." Drew handed her espresso to one of her minions and snatched Hazels sketchbook from her hands. Drew started flipping through the pages, pulling faces at the pictures.
"Please give it back Drew." Hazel begged. "I need it." "No." Drew replied, tossing the sketchbook to the floor. "What you NEED is some makeup to cover your face. Sorry hun, not all of us are born gorgeous. But thankfully not all of us were born looking like something that just crawled out of a dumpster."

Drew's friends laughed as Hazel picked her sketchbook of of the floor. "I've seen toddlers that can draw better than you. How pathetic can you honestly get? Maybe you can run along and draw yourself some friends." Tears ran down Hazels face as she walked past Drew and kept walking. "And then there's that stepbrother of yours. Why do you even talk to him? He's almost as pathetic as you!"

Hazel was crying even more now, Drews words burying themselves inside her head. "I heard rumours he killed his big sister. Is it true?" Hazel shook her head, wishing Drew would just stop. "No wonder your name's Hazel. Everyone in your pathetic little family are nuts." Drew laughed along with her cronies as Hazel kept walking faster.
Drew grabbed her arm. "Did I say you could leave yet?"

"Leave my sister alone you bitch!"

Drew turned around and looked at the small, furious, figure of Nico di Angelo.