I regain my balance and brush off my shirt, glaring at Alice with a mix of anger and defiance. "Je n'ai pas besoin de tes insultes, Alice. Va te faire foutre.

The impact of the push leaves you breathless, your back hitting the cold metal of the lockers. You struggle to regain your balance, your eyes meeting Alice's with a mixture of fear and defiance.

I try to compose myself, still a bit shaken from the impact against the lockers. "What's your problem, Alice? Can't you watch where you're going?