"N-n-no, no its fine" he squealed trying to get away, his fat jiggling with each little step he took backwards. "N-n-no. No its not fine" I said in a mocking voice taking slow steps to him cornering him in the corner he and the other pig had the girl earlier. Then as I was about to beat the living daylights out of him a voice chimed "if I were you I wouldn't do that". I turned to see a Dean of the school along with an officer standing in the doorway, the teacher cowering behind them trying not to be seen. I glared at the teacher who promptly shrunk behind the Dean, his frail little arms trying to cover himself like a child who still believes in object permanence.
I looked in the Deans eyes "they were attacking her" I said coldly, "that isn't what I see, all I see is a kid who injured one student about to injure another" he called out in an insulting voice. I slowly walked to him then shoved past and left the room sitting in the cold wind on the bleachers.
An hour or two later the bell rang promptly rang rising me from my slumber in a rather uncomfortable position on the metal bleachers. I sat up groggy, my neck in pain along with my back. My hand went to grab my bag only to be met with air rather then the a strap of my backpack. I got up confused as to where my bag was, turning behind me when I heard a small cough to see the girl sitting behind me with my bag in front of her.
"Um...im...Katrina..your bag fell under the bleachers.." she mumbled out hiding behind her hands. I stared at her and started to blush for an unknown reason. Sadly then I just had to open my mouth and say..
