Chapter 3 " The Bully "

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I checked my clock and noticed it was 7:58
' Damn it! I'm going to be late! '
I quickly put my 3DS in my bag and ended up skipping breakfast. " Bye, mom! " I screamed, running out the door and chasing the bus. " Hey! I screamed as I ran for it. I was falling behind but, I felt myself go more faster. By then, I was looking in the door of the bus and saw an Arcanine. But, I look normal on the outside. Everyone was looking at me from their windows, taking pictures, cheering me on.

Once we got to the school, everyone started crowding around me, asking me how I could run that fast but, I can't tell them I had Arcanine's Extreme Speed. They wouldn't believe me anyways.. So, I had to say one thing, " I run track. " The athletes took notes on me and walked off, as did I.

In school, I felt more safe there when I did book work and read. But, one thing made me feel like I'm in danger. And it has one name.
Terria.
I rushed for my locker and hurriedly did my locker combination and grabbed my stuff but, it was too late. She was standing right. Behind. Me.
" Hello, mutt. " She introduced in her common way. I swore under my breath and tried walking away but, two girls grabbed me by my arms. My body lashed and thrashed until I kicked a girl in her leg and the other in her ( I'm just going to say, ' womanhood ' •-• ). They fell and ran off . ' God, I wish I had my Extreme Speed back ' I thought. And just when I thought I was home free, I stopped at a dead end. Great. Terria's footsteps paced more faster towards me. " End of the line, mutt. " She snorted. My body started shaking and fuming in anger. My body slowly emitted a blue aura and when I looked at her a sphere of aura smacked her in the nose and blew her away. Literally. Well, at least I got a headshot. Terria looked at me with a scared face while I looked at her, emotionless and said, " Leave. "
Tetris frighteningly stood up and ran off. I think I'm losing my mind. My arms felt numb from that blast but, I think those girls held my hands too long.
I finally got to class and sat in my desk, waiting for the teacher, who was late yet again. But, that doesn't matter. Why the hell or how the hell did I do that?

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