Grit your teeth and endure what's about to happen to you for being in someone's way.

Everything seems to go black for a few seconds... and then you find yourself on the floor, not entirely sure why. All you felt was a knock, and then the impact of gravity doing its work. As soon as your mind is back in this world, it reaches another conclusion. It's worse than you had feared - the girls here like to get violent, too. You slowly look up to see your would-be tormentor... who is stretching a hand down to you.

“Heheh… Sorry about that! Best get you up, right?”

Not just a hand, to be totally fair. A smile beaming right down at you. And - one of the most obvious things in your line of sight - significantly exposed cleavage. Even if there is a uniform policy here, what constitutes wearing the uniform is clearly more up to interpretation than you'd expect. Your instinct guides you to shy away from the helping hand, as if it would be snatched away, or worse. However, something guides you to reconsider. Maybe it's a twinge of hope that things can be better here, that you can have a life away from torment. Or maybe it's your hormones - the young woman over you is, to put it bluntly, hot. And so it is that you lay a trembling hand in this stranger's, which then brings you back to your feet.

It's in this position you notice the immediate differences between you and your saviour (why is that the first word you come up with for her?). In contrast to your own short-cropped blonde hair, this girl’s locks glow in an artificial platinum and stretch all the way down her back. Her immaculate, tan skin - of which much is showing around her too-small uniform - clashes with yours, pale and with freckles in uncomfortable places. Most notably, a full head-and-a-half of height separates you, placing your head pretty much perfectly at breast height. That would explain the smash of something soft but firm that brought you on the ground in the first place.

In other words: in front of you stands a stereotypical Popular Girl. Naturally, you're fearing the worst.

“Guess I wasn’t looking where I was going, right? Sorry… You’re a new face here! Are you the new girl they said was gonna show up?”