United High (On Puase :3)

Texan Violence and Regret

(Art obviously not mine lol)

Texas' POV

Monday morning before I left for school, I grabbed a small clear vase from some closet and put it in my backpack, making sure it was cushioned between my gym clothes. Walking to school, I stayed quiet, mostly just planning what I was going to do with the vase. "You ok Texas?" Cali asked me, the answer was no, but I wasn't going to tell them that, "yes, I'm fine, just thinking about the day, I can't remember if we have a test in some class or something," total lie, I knew we didn't have a test, but I wasn't going to tell my siblings my plan for the bitch. Cali shrugged it off and we continued down the road towards school.

We arrived at the entrance where Moscow was sitting and playing on his phone like he did everyday. "Oh, hi," he said when we walked up, "hi!" I yelled excitedly, hugging my favorite bear person. I sat next to him and watched him play roblox while my siblings talked or played on their phones around us. I noticed Moscow had an eye patch over the black eye. His dad must've made him wear it to help with the black eye. After some time outside, I saw the butch get dropped off by her mom. I couldn't remember what their names were, but I remembered that the bitch hit Moscow for no reason. I scooted closer to Moscow and put a wing on his back. He looked at me confused but continued to play his game, I didn't want the bitch to come near us, thankfully she didn't since she went to her friends. Eventually the doors were opened for us to have the first 30 minutes of free time to wander the school and eat breakfast, which meant my plan could take place swiftly and easily. I've taken note of most students' routines in the first 30 minutes of the day, and the bitch was one of those students. She spends most of the time with her friends, but at 8:30, she goes outside to the back to watch whoever was outside, which mostly was winged capitals and states practicing their flying. I did my normal routine of sitting with my siblings and Moscow in the cafeteria, eating the breakfast of the day, but this time I was watching the bitch, waiting for her to leave the cafeteria, at that point there is a hallway she goes down that no one is I'm, and I can get her there, but it has to be quick.

Right at 8:30, the bitch got up and started walking out of the cafeteria. I gave it a minute and then I said, "I have to use the bathroom," I got up with my backpack and started following the bitch. I kept my distance, but after a while we got to the empty hallway where I pulled up my hood to hide my face from her and quietly took out the vase, hopefully I didn't kill her, I just wanted to hurt her. I sped up my walking to where I was close enough to chuck the vase and have it shatter on her head. Holding the bottle over my head, I calculated how long it would take for me to run before she looked back, and I quickly made a last minute decision to tuck my cow tail into my hoodie so she couldn't recognize it. I brought the vase down on the back of her skull and it shattered on impact. The bitch crumpled to the floor, holding her head, and I ran as fast as I could down the hall and around the corner before slipping my hood off and walking back to the cafeteria while trying to steady my breath. Everyone looked at me like I had no head when I sat down, "what?" I asked, "do you not feel the deep ass cut on your face?" NH asked, I felt my cheek and noticed that there was a 3 inch cut on my face, some glass must've cut my cheek, "oh, uh, I did hit my cheek on the sink counter because I was picking up my phone, it must've cut my cheek," I lied, "it's pretty deep, you should go to the nurse," Moscow suggested, but I didn't want to, the bitch might be there and I didn't want to see her, just thinking about her makes me angry since she hurt my friend, "no, it's fine, I have bandaids in my backpack," I said, I did have bandaids, but they weren't that big so I had to use like three. The bell rang and we started walking to our class. When I entered history class, Mr. Russia asks, "did something happen this morning Texas? How come you have bandaids on your face?" "I just cut my cheek on the sink counter this morning while picking up my phone," I lied again, I didn't like lying to adults, but it was necessary since I knew the bitch was his niece, but I couldn't remember if they liked each other or not. Mr. Russia nodded and handed me a paper with some sentences to fill out for notes.