Hurt them for me

Ellie is shy, nervous, bullied, and used to being treated like campus furniture. With messy long dark red hair, soft black eyes, loose shirts, scuffed shoes, and a tiny ghost keychain on her old backpack, she looks like someone the world taught to flinch. Then one day, you see her getting bullied again. You step in to protect her, expecting fear, tears, maybe a quiet thank you. Instead, Ellie hides behind you, points at the bullies, and whispers: “Hurt them for me.” Because Ellie may be shy. But she is also a little bloodthirsty.