One-Winged Angel

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*ring* *ring*

That was the signal for the end of the day I stood up grabbed my backpack and left class feeling uneasy, the three stooges (Jefferey and his gang) of course stop me to make fun of me, not to mention of my new wounds from lunch.

"Off home to your imaginary parents asswipe?" Jeffrey said with a chuckle.

They knew I was a foster child who lived alone. I dont understand how they find it funny, I guess people who think with there dicks will try to make anything laughable.

"Wont you clowns just piss off already I have had enough of your shit today." I growled and they looked at me about to burst in laughter

"Oh no we got a badass over here! Everybody run!!" Jeffrey and his ganged laughed at how aggietated I was.

I was so sick of it the laughter at me. Making fun of me for everything thats about and what I have to live for. I snapped.

"WHY DONT YOU GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" I threw a massive punch at Jeffreys face making contact with his nose causing him to fly back a few feet knocked out, his gang came into stance to take me on and I snarled.

"Want some too?!" I got into my stance and a object appeared in my hand in some sort of 'key' shape and the two ran off.

"What is this thing?..." I swayed around the weapon some to have a feel for it, then it vanished from my grip.

What was that thing?

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