Who am I? The words echo through Chrissy's brain as she slowly pulls herself off the floor. Am I going to be one of the girls that let the mean girls push them around? I dont think so. She grabs her book and steps in front of Alex and her gang. They stop and stare at her, daring her to do anything else.
"You leave me alone!" Chrissy shouts, right in her face. Alex gets this disgusted look on her face and pulls her fist back behind her head. Chrissy knows what is going to happen, she just doesnt act in time.
Alex's fist slams into Chrissy's jaw, knocking her backwards. The pain is instantaneous. It feels like her head was hit with a wrecking ball. But then again, Alex is not what you'd consider a fairy. The gang walks away, some of them are laughing. Someone kicks Chrissy's hand as they walk past. Chrissy's head is spinning, and when she tries to sit up, she almost passes out again.
"Get a grip you big baby!" She mutters to herself. Grabbing her text books, she drags herself off the ground and slowly limps home.
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Beautiful Mess
General FictionWho am I? Chrissy Bleu asks herself the question every day walking through the halls at her place of terror: school. For most people its simple, have a couple friends and get good grades. For Chrissy, its not so easy.
