I hate the bad boy

part 1

"Jeunoe! c'mon!"

"I'm coming! just hold on!" I hollered back at my little brother Chris.
We needed t get to school but I think that we're going to be late. wonderful. i've already had a million detntions and now this. great.
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me and chris got to school around 8:30. I take him to his 1st grade classroom. after a few hard words from his teacher mrs. raynald, i head up to the high school to the living hell of the campus. Mr. corny's math class. i think i just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
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*SMACK* mr.corny slams the detention slip onto my desk and glares at me.
" One more mistake and i will be inclined to make you take the finals Miss Winters."
" Yes sir, i understand."
I have to bite my lip to keep from snapping in his face while the other kids are all snickering and giggling at me. gee, thanks guys. really helpful.

"Look at me young lady! I am talking to you!"
I glare back up at Mr. Corny with a glare so intence u that he would be dead if looks could kill a person. if only.
" Well? what do you have to say for yourself young lady?whats your excuse?"
I say nothing. usually teachers just shut up and head back to thier stupid desks thinking that they won or something. but not stupid Mr. Corny.

"Maybe if you stopped caring so much about that music you always listen to all the time, you wouldn't be such a disappointment to your family."
I try to ignore this son of a B**** teacher of mine. he usually ends there. not this time.

" Or maybe, you could pay less attention to that dumb brother of yours. you clearly aren't smart enough to stay away from a kid who can't even find the nerve to talk to an adult that can help him in the slightest bit. maybe a little distance from people like that will encourage you to answer your superior a little more."

That did it. i had had ENOUGH.

I stood up so fast that both my desk and chair loudly hit the floor and skided across the floor. I glared angily at the old man in front of me. he looked more to be middle aged and i knew that he hadnt seen many fights in his lifetime, if any at all. I could beat him easily. maybe not politicaly, but physicaly? definatly.

I covered the distance between us swiftly. so fast in fact, that he backed away from me. the room had stopped all noise and was staring at me. better to have an audience i suppose.

"you know what?" I said.

"What?" Mr. Corny managed to squeak out

" I really dont appreciate you attitude Mr. Corny. I think a few weeks in the hospital will do YOU some good."
I had taken Karate, Kung Fu, Ti Quan Do, boxing, and even wrestling since I was a kid. I've even become a legend in cage fighting. lets just say, im really good at physical pain. unlike most girls, i have never been skinny. I've always been built like a tank. really curvy, and big. really big. 6"2 and full of muscles. yet still sexy.

I raise my fists in a cage fighting/boxing stance and get ready to swing at the son of a B**** that made fun of my brother. Chris might only talk to me, but i dont have to take this abuse. at least not for how long i put this guy in the hospital.
Im about to take the first swing when, suddenly, strong arms wrap around my own from behind, and im lifted off my feet. I scream and find my footing. i flip the guy over my shoulders and force him to land flatly. its the new kid. the boy from tulsa. he was so dead when i got done with Corny. so dead.

I look around and see that Corny is gone. great.

"What the heck did you do that for! I had him!" I hollered at the writhing body of the boy on the floor.
"Hes gonna get away! He'll be out of town by nightfall!"

I just left the boy without an answer and slipped out of the classroom and into the hallway. i didnt stop running until i got to my locker. since we had such a small school, we had full lockers. 6 ft. high, 2 ft. wide, and 3 feet deep. i quickly put in my combination and slipped inside. i shut the unlocked door and sat down to take out my anger on my math notebook.