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Chapter Four: The Punch Back

The handle broke.

The handle broke in two pieces!

No! I broke the handle in two pieces ON his head!

The victim of her sudden attack turned around with his eyes wide open in such an expression of disbelief that gave her the chills. Everything was quiet, excepting for a few astonished and timid giggles from some of her classmates. His friends were shocked. All the fury she had held against her sister, against her grandmother, against her life... all of it was burning without control. It had happened before, lots of times, in which she couldn't contain what was inside her and released it with the wrong people.

Well, in this case, she thought, they weren't the wrong people.

"Inferior bitch..." One of them mumbled.

"Right, I'm inferior, I'm poor and yeah, I live in a house that's not bigger than your ass, so that's why I come to the M-RI. But I'd rather stay here and throw myself out of that window than sharing a single day with you, dirty, SELFISH, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING MOMMY'S BREAST-SUCKERS!" Robin shouted and, feeling she was about to faint, she pulled herself together, throwing to the floor the piece of handle that was left in her palm. Her strong, firm voice echoed. The girl was panting. Now no one was giggling. The arrogant boy had frozen in his place.

"This... what is this...?! You dare to say—!!"

"I have two lips and a tongue just like you do, so why would I be private of telling you what I think? You think I can't bully you too?! You," She pointed one of the six boys with her index. "Your legs are so fat I could get any of them for Thanksgiving supper!"

It only took a second for her classmates to start laughing, still shy, at her daring (yet awkward) words, which brought to her a strange adrenaline rush. She wasn't good at insulting, but she had to give it a shot.

"And you, how the hell do you do not to cut all those pimples when you shave your face, huh? Gross." Robin shook her head with exaggerated pity and at the corner of her eye, she saw the blond boy (the one who had made the batman joke the previous day) bending on his knees, guffawing wildly. "Oh, daaamn, you're so thin you don't even have to open the door to come in, do you? Well, not to mention you, the burnt one, it's not even summer and you try to make us believe you're this tan, Cheeto?"

Everyone laughed so hard that the noise was deafening. But Robin didn't feel proud. She felt disgusted. Disgusted of everyone in that school. The fact her classmates were laughing proved that they were no better than them. Neither was she, saying all those things. But she could judge herself later. She could deal with herself later.

"And you," She pointed the guy whose head had broken the polisher. "What condition makes you different from me, more than money and ego?" Robin remembered there was a pail full of water and saw her hands grabbing it, as though it was an involuntary reaction. Joy flashed across her mind. She wasn't in control of herself anymore. "Only a black uniform that SHOULDN'T GET WET!!"

Splash!

"HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!"

"NO!"

The arrogant boy and some of his friends were soaked in water mixed with different cleaning products. It had been an explosion of applauses and laughter until Mr. Keller shouted the "No!" when Robin gave her final strike.

Uh-oh...

Detention. She couldn't believe something so common was in The Wonderful Land of Roslow. A room for detention in the Central Building, the one which connected the three schools, that wasn't much used. She was the first one in the year. Obviously. It was the second day of class and she had been punished with suspension for a week. Oh, and she had to pay for the uniforms of three of the six Ravens.