She hit me. In the face, a proper bitch slap; only with a tonne of force. I was so glad that my teeth weren't braced, 'cause if they were, that woulda hurt! Well, it woulda hurt more than it actually did. And believe me, it hurt. I don't know why, but she hit me like she meant to hit me. 'Cause after she hit me, a slight pang of regret made its way into her face, but it didn't last, because a mixed expression of hatred and envy was plastered all over it. I wished that I had never entered the office. A sharp breath entered my lungs and in the corner of my eye, I saw my parents.
"We're calling the police. Shame on you, Miss Bridge." I smiled thankfully and laughed at how they missed the 's' off her name.
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