Mᴇᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ//𝑚𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑜𝑛

Chapter two-he needs to be humbled

1983

"Hey!" I yell frantically. "Hey, you!"
The jerk doesn't turn around. He doesn't even
flinch. I run after him now, spinning him around by his shoulder as fiercely as I can manage. I swallow as his cold, vacant eyes dig into my skin with no meaning behind them at all.

"You're the asshole who shoved into me, aren't
you?" I spit.
"Me?" he asks quietly. He's so calm that I start
to doubt weather this is even a good idea. But
then his voice drops deeper, hollow. "Are you
accusing me of something, bitch?" He says with a thick British voice,Bingo.
"Yeah I am " I provoke.

"Of course, only a weak bastard like you would be capable of something like that, huh?"
The ghost of a smirk crosses the British boys lips  I wanted to slap that smirk of his stupid face, the boy let out a laugh that sounded like a hyena. He lowers himself inches away from my face.

"Oh sweetheart don't get yourself so worked up, how about you come back to mine and I can help cool you off" He smirks. I straighten my posture, I don't know what came over me but I punched him square in the nose. He stumbles over, with his now blooded nose. Who dose he think he is?
"You bitch."he yelled. If he was a cartoon character, there'd be steam coming out of his ears. I did the only thing possible, I ran.

I ran as fast as I could down the halls of the school, I could hear him racing after me, along with a few of his friends shouting all kinds of things at me.

Man I do the stupidest shit sometimes.

I eventually out ran them, not before he could yell one last insult at me. I arrive home, stumbling through the front door out of breath. I greet my mother and walk up to my room before she could ask any questions. I chucked my bag into the Corner of my room. I then proceeded to kick off my worn out cons, I soon fell backwards onto my bed.

Time skip
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The sun dips just below the horizon, projecting
a beautiful shade of orange light around the
neighbourhood. I admire it for a moment
through my window before quietly going
downstairs. I take my exit out the front door,
letting myself embrace the sombre afternoon
breeze that picks up astray newspapers and
light rubbish as it whisks past. With my hands
shoved into my pockets, I begin walking up the
street with no clear path of direction in mind.

I estimate that I've only made it a few metres
from my house when suddenly I see Michael that obnoxious jerk from school. He's with a group of friends, all laughing and trying to push each other onto the road. Idiots, I think. Panic sets in when I remember how pissed off he was during our interaction at school, the way his eyes looked so empty and his jaw stayed clenched as if he were about to scream at me.. or worse I instinctively take off back toward my house but the sudden movement alerts someone in the group before I can make it there. I hear a mans voice shouting and for the split second I twist my head around, I see the jerk rapidly advancing toward me.

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Hahaha left y'all on a cliff hanger