"You're unstable!" The group sneered as I clung to the lockers. I couldn't stand them; they were known all over the school, and not in a good way.
Ever since the message I received several nights ago, I've been paranoid. I can't be alone. And now people think I'm insane, crazy, wrong in the head and... In fact, so do I.
"I'm not! If I told you you'd... You'd," I attempted to defend myself but the words got caught on the tip of my tongue.
"I'd what?" He smirked, causing his gang to laugh along with him.
I had had enough.
So I pounced.
I leapt at him, teeth grinding, legs tense. I clawed at his cheeks and tugged at his matted black hair. Surprisingly, he squeled in shock and pain, which brought a smile to my lips. His eyes widened as I thrashed my foot into his stomach. His crowd soon separated, gasp echoing through the corridor. I continued to batter him as if he were a punching bag.
"Miss Corden!" A shrill voice screeched, marching through the parted group.
"Detention!" Mr Tardy bellowed; he always was my least favourite teacher.
But a detention ment being alone...
