I think we've all been in Alice's shoes before at some point in school, and I'm not talking about her green heels. Here's another picture I made of our game's socially lustful teacher. Oh, and in my theory, that blood she has on is most likely her own blood, not another from another victim, because hardly anyone ever visits her, making the possibility of that blood being from a student very unlikely, and if it were, she should have cleaned it off a long time ago like the other teachers.
I feel you girl, don't worry. I've been there before, before I adapted to enjoying my life as an introvert. If it were possible to descend floors, I would introduce you to my boi Helpscreen. You two can talk with each other for days and days and days and days and days and days. I ship Alice and Helpscreen for their intense desire to socialize with someone.