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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

existence/  noun. /ɪɡˈzɪstəns/ 1[uncountable] the state or fact of being real or living.

(Name) (Last name).

'She's violence herself.'

"Oh, yes! I know her. Oh, such a sweetheart. That young lady is an angel."

"Oh. Her? No, you must have made a mistake here. That child is anything but sweet. She's like a monster. It's better to act like she doesn't exist."

"𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕.. 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒈. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝑰 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆."

Punch after punch were sent straight into the defenseless boys face. Holding him by the collar, the girl threw hands at him. It was surely over for him. I mean, he was begging for the girl to let him go, screaming apologies. But nothing could overpower the ringing sound in the young girls ears. Her teeth were grit, her hands were balled into a fist hitting the kid repeatedly, again and again.

And how did this happen?

"Look at the freak.. With her diary again. I wonder what's in it?"         The brown haired boy, who wasnt much taller than the girl laughed with his friends. 

Shane.

Oh how badly she hated his guts. Everything about him just irritated the girl. His voice, his appearance, his existence. But trying to remain calm, the girl ignored him. And this just annoyed Shane more and more. He somehow always had to upset the girl. Let it be not leaving her alone, making fun of her, or even taking her things. Just like this time. Shane looked at his friends with a smirk, before turning back to the girl. Now standing infront of her, he snatched her diary away.

Her diary..

Her secrets.

Shanes eyes and smile widened at the same time. He laughed out loudly, reading the girls writings and looking at her drawings before he turned to his friends, her diary in his hands.         "You guys have to take a look at this! What even are these drawings? They look like a messed up- creature? something-"

SLAM.

"Fucking give it back."          (Name) jumped out of her seat, standing just a few inches shorter than the boy holding her biggest secrets. Her hands were balled into a fist by her sides, knuckles white. But the boy didnt back down. He leaned down, his face just inches away from hers.       "Or? What are you going to do? Beat me like you beat that kid the other day?"          Her face fell for a second, before she scowled.           "What are you hiding in there, that is so precious? Hm, (name)?"

"I'd really like to find that ou-"

PUNCH.

Her fist collided with his jaw, sending the boy down to the ground. He stared up at her in shock, the anger building up in him. While the girl got her diary back, Shane pushed himself up from the floor, dusting down his clothes, before he quickly went for a hit. Not being exactly ready for the fight, he had landed a quick punch to the girls nose.