Underneath my blazer, underneath my schools hideous logo, my heart was pounding and my hands were clammy and shaking. I wasn't looking forward to how that rumour was going to be received. If no one notices or laughs, just act like nothing happened. Although it got like a thousand likes. Cry!!! No.
"I see you're coping okay?" She slammed my hand against my locker and left me almost wincing in pain. You literal bitch! Don't. Fight. Back. You'll regret it forever.
"Then who says that you're not a bitch? 'Cause the people who hang around you, your "posse" or whatever the hell you wanna call them, don't even have the mind to stand up against you or speak for their own persons!" Spit was literally flying out of my mouth. I know I should have held my tongue, but I just couldn't. I just couldn't. I, very weakly, waited for her reaction.
"You say what?!" In a blur, she strutted forward in her heels and punched me right on the nose.
I see red. There was literally blood coming out of my nose! I need help.
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