If dragons where real, Rachel would be one right now. Steam was practically oozing out of her ears as the red hand print covered her left cheek.
Sticky goop dropped down my forehead and into my eyes creating a stinging sensation which right now was the least of my worries.
The canteen was silent. No one dared to speak let alone move.
I was fuming. The anger inside me was bubbling. I don't know who she thought she was but this was going to stop.
"Why you little rat!" she exclaimed attempting to swing at me.
Just as her fist was about to collide with my face I looked up to see Javier holding her back and Tadgh was holding me back.
Being the shit stirrer that I am I stuck my tongue out at her for an extra effect.
This only added to her anger making her struggle more harshly against Javier's iron grip.
Suddenly I felt myself being lifted off the ground and saw Javier doing the same to Rachel. They took us out into the hall and finally placed us back onto the ground, still however keeping their holds on us.
"So what was that huh. You two acting like a bunch of 6 year olds in the canteen." Tadgh said in a condescending tone.
"Rachel fucking started it and you just watched and videoed!" I exclaimed feeling my anger get the better of me.
Tadgh just pinched the bridge of his nose and Javier let out a heavy sigh. Rachel however stood there with a smug look all over her face.
"Oh take that smug look off your face before I take it off for you." I was literally bubbling with rage.
Rachel in return just rolled her eyes and moved closer to Tadgh as if he was her saviour from the villain.
A crowd had now gathered around us, too nosy and interested to stay in the canteen.
A finger was waved in front of my face as a warning to keep my mouth shut, and to not make this situation worse.
Of course, naturally I rolled my eyes and Rachel began to sniffle with crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks. Many people went up to check on her and to see "how she was holding up" for fucks sake I only hit her once you would think I had murdered her family.
Having had enough I stormed over to Rachel, who for dramatic effect whimpered as if she was terrified, and grabbed her arm pulling her away from the crowd.
Finally reaching my destination of an empty classroom I locked the door.
As if like magic Rachel's tears where gone and she was standing with a bright smile on her face.
"You know, you've really done it this time, your brothers hate people tarnishing the family name and with a violent little sister who attacks someone they hold oh so close to their heart your done for," she spat out whilst also looking in contempt.
"Over the years people have gotten used to me being the Ricci sister, after all they were the ones who when I was being bullied announced that and I quote 'although she may not be our family by blood she is our sister' that was such a wonderful day."
She sat swinging her legs off the side of the teachers desk looking as if she was lost in her own thoughts about my brothers.
"Oh save the sob story, we all know that you secretly want to shag at least one of them," I spat out equally as viscous.
"You act as if your life is so hard whilst you live in a mansion, you have a group of friends, a family and so much more, your just dyeing to be the victim aren't you so the famous Ricci brothers can come and save you."
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Taking Her Back
Ficção AdolescenteMemory to many is a privilege, one that Eve Ricci does not possess. At just age 7 she woke up all alone in a hospital only to be thrown days later into the unforgiving and cruel foster system. Watch Eve battle her way through when at age 14 she find...