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White walls, from all angles. I'd say I'm not scared, but that would be a lie.
The clock hanging on the wall ticks way too loudly, everything tick making my heart pound. I shift uncomfortably in the chair, as the desk in front of me remains empty.
The polished name tag on it reads Ms. Eddison.
The principals office. That's where I've landed myself.
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Tick, tock.
Will that blasted clock shut up?
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The door creaks open. I spin around, and see the principal stride in, folder in hand. She sits down at the seat before me with a stony expression. My heart pounds.
"Do you know why we're here today, Reiilyn?" She asks.
"No," I lie.
"This will be a lot easier if we skip this lying of yours." She says sharply, giving me an icy look.
"Get it the hell over with then." I mutter angrily under my breath. I cant control myself.
"Excuse me?" She glares.
"Amelia literally came over to our table to provoke us and threatened me." I spit out. "And of course none of the staff cared when she was getting her friends to follow me around and harass me?" Actually, that's partly true. Some of the girls threatened me with violence. One shoved me into a wall. I hope she steps on a lego.
"And so you retaliate with violence?" Ms Eddison says. I open my mouth to argue but she cuts me off. "And don't you give me excuses. Self-defense isn't real here." She raises her eyebrows as if expecting me to argue again.
I stare at her in disgust.
"Your behavior is unacceptable. You could've seriously damaged Amelia's head." She says, holding up one hand to silence me.
It doesn't work. "I didn't hit her that hard. She fell back too far for it to have been me who pushed her back-" I protest.
She was trying to exaggerate it so that she could get me in worse trouble. For all the talk she did about her 'aching' head, she managed to taunt me for forty minutes long as we were waiting for the office to call, without even once mentioning it. And she walked just fine after, even giving me a rude hand gesture as she drove away.
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I hate her so much. For all my talk of not liking violence, I want to write a story about her untimely demise and turn it to reality.
Great. See what this has done to me? I'm thinking about murder.
Actually, I'm a writer, those two come hand in hand. Never mind.
"Well, I'm afraid I'll have to call your mother about this." She says grimly.
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I'm thinking about death again. But this time, I'm not the one doing the killing.
In fact, the exact opposite.
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Reii the not-so-magical girl
General FictionReii, an eighth-grade literature prodigy, finds out that she's a magical girl with awesome powers! You'd think she was the luckiest girl on earth, with an unlimited amount of magic, an adorable animal sidekick, and a new reputation as the coolest gi...
