Your POV (You're a girl)
You literally banged your head on the desk. School was taking forever, not like its short everyday. You didn't even realize that you drooled onto your notebook leaving a puddle."Ehhh..."you said staring at the puddle. The teacher looked at you. Your face wet from drool (god damn that sounds wrong ), notebook soggy, and... you looked high because you were tired. Seeing that he looked at you, you shot him a death glare.
Everyone was afraid of you..well most. You weren't like this, since the day you came in at 7th grade, you were very shy. Many people made fun of the unusual scar mark made around your wrist. It was something like a bracelet. Teeth seems to be marked around the scar. You didn't even know what happened there, but you felt like it controlled your anger. Not wanting it to show so badly, makes it worst.
During 9th grade, you lost control many times. But it didn't seem to bother you though. It actually felt good scaring people, maybe beating the hell out of them too. The thing that scared most people is that you beat up a buff teacher and just got detention for that. The principal left the room not wanting to get on your bad side.
The teacher backed away nervously once he saw the glare. [Your Teacher's Name](guy) didn't give you homework because that's how badass you were.
Once [Y/T/N] finished teaching he dismissed everyone. They all ran not wanting to see you.
"Run you lil' bitches" as you said that your eyes glowed a crimson red for a second. Your heart beat began to speed up. You glared down at [Y/T/N] who was sitting at his desk. He tried to avoid eye contact and failing to act normal. You slammed your hand down onto the desk causing him to jump. A sweat dropped down the pathetic teacher of yours. Your heart began to run faster, needing to kill someone badly. As you put down the bag, you took out a knife that was inside. [Y/T/N] got up and crawled to the corner of the room behind him.
"[Y-Y/N] p-p-please...don't hurt m-"
"Shut the hell up you worthless piece of shit!!"
The door was beginning to open slowly.
1) Kill him and the other person who is at the door
2)Run out of the room pushing the person at the door away
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