💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙 Your POV: I listen closely to Mr Walterford, scribbling down notes on a little notepad:
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Someone walks up to me after the bell rings. "Sis. Hurry the fuck up." A young but very British voice groans. "Alright, Toms, wait.." I mumble, finishing up writing."What?" I look up at him. "Me and Tubbo aren't gonna be at the house today. Don't die or something. " He informs, already walking away. "Cya tonight, Max!" "See you tonight." I roll my eyes, getting out of my seat. I feel something tug on my shirt and a hand covering my mouth. 'Hah, do they not know I do karate? Dumb blondes.' I think. I kick from behind and twist the arm of the hand that was covering my mouth. "Learn about me before you decide to fucking mess with me, you little attention-seeking cunts." I snarl, punching one in the nose, picking up my bag and walking off. There was blood on my knuckles. Her blood. I'll just wash it off, nobody will notice. I walk past Wilbur, who comes around almost all the time. He looks at my fists and stops me from walking. "What the fuck do you want?" I groan. "Why is there blood on your hand?" "Some twats wanted to mess with me." "Maxi (A NICKNAME), you can't just punch someone in the face, or wherever you did! You're in high school, you're not an adult. Stop acting like one." He looks at me sternly before running off to find Tommy. I groan again, Why does he always snitch? Whatever. I walk down the hall, glaring at everyone who stares. As I get in the bathroom, the door shuts behind me. Great. I scream, hoping to be heard from the outside, as a few people hold me down and someone starts punching me. It didn't really hurt that bad, maybe stinging a little, but I acted like it did so they'd think they traumatized me. Little snarks. Someone barges into the bathroom. Tommy. My whole face is probably bruised and I've got a lot of gashes on my stomach. I must've been there quite a while. Tommy helps me up and rushes out, leaving the two bitches. "Why didn't you fight back?" He asked annoyed. "Because Wilbur would yell at me, Niki and Puffy would scold me and my knuckles hurt. How bad are the wounds?" I ask. They stung like a bitch, and I could feel myself blacking out from blood loss. "Not bad, they were bashing you for.." That's all I heard, before fainting.
