Could This Day Get Any Worse

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*Jasmine's POV:*

In lunch I just couldn't take the stares anymore! Some girls had the nerve to walk past me and start whispering. "If you have something to say, say it to my face!", I said looking the whispering one dead in the eyes. "We said you are a dumb 2 timing, prostetic leg wearing..", I cut her off. I stood up. She backed down. "Dumb? No! 2 timing? Last time I checked...uh no! Oh the prostetic leg! Haha funny you ask! Well see FYI my leg was cut off as a warning of danger! Remember that! Or you just migt have one too! Got that! Now ba bye!", I say pushing her out of my face. Bratz. All talk, no bite! "Oh and remember baby girl! Don't spit, if you can't clean it up!", I say walking out of the Cafeteria. She droped her tray and ran to the principals office. Like I care. I was half way to the door when Mrs. Terrance yelled down the hall. "Mrs.Williams get your behind here right now!", she says in a stern voice. I turn around and limp to her. "Yes'mam?", I say with confidence. "Now this young lady right here tells me that you threated her?", she says folding her arms. "She took it as a threat! I just made a statment!", I say innocently. "I know you have been in a lot of trouble lately, the guidence here is excellent! We will try our best to help you out!", she says. I roll my eyes and let the air go out in my cheeks. "That's all your going to say to her?", the chicks says. "Oh my gosh!", she said stomping into the cafeteria. "Go home, dear", Mrs. Terrance says kindly. She touches my shoulder. "I understand!", she says knowingly. I feel my lip quiver, I bite it to hold back my tears. I give her a 'I'm sorry' teary smile. Then I limp outside. I walk down the stairs. I take a deep breathe. I feel something grab me hard. Put something around my mouth and nose. The scent smelled like voment and some other non-mentionable stuff. My vision blured. I felt my feet give out as my eyes fell heavy. It must be the rag over my mouth. I heard two familiar voices arguing behind me. The one holding me seemed angry and speaking under his breath as the other one barked orders. My eyes offically blacked out and I was gone.

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