Anger Management

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"What does X equal Beth" Mrs. Queen questioned my archenemy. Beth an I used to best friends in elementary school and middle school. But once we got into high school we just drifted apart,I guess. She was accepted into the popular group and I chose not to socialize but focus on my studies. We went from talking everyday to every other day to once a week to not talking at all. For some reason she chose to harass me then past two years.

I snap out if my thoughts when I hear Beth say "Why don't you ask the girl who sucks off her step dad night" Beth pauses an turns around an looks at me."Come Nobel you fat cow, what does X equal?"

I look at Mrs. Queen waiting for her to control her daughter but she doesn't do anything... and neither do I.

"Aw baby Nobel going to cry like when her cheating B!tch of a Dad died" Beth smirked knowing that my dad was a touchy subject, considering that he just passed away last Tuesday.
As a tear falls down my face at tell Beth to leave me alone but even to me it sounds weak.

"You don't deserve to have the name Noble I doesn't suit you at all. You're weak just like your dad"

I feel my heart breaking into pieces as Beth and he two minions laugh at me like I was an episode SpongeBob Square Pants. When I looked at Mrs. Queen she was blocking her laugh with her hand.

"So Noble what is x" Mrs. Queen asked giggling in between words. I don't fine funny people are being bullied, and neither should teachers. I ball up my hands trying to control my rage that was slowly but surely building up.

Come Noble do the Noble thing and ignore them. I take a deep breath and look back down at my paper for the answer. "X equals 8".

"Incorrect. Beth would you like to try again?"

"Yes mom, I mean ma'am the answer is x equals 8" Beth says with a stupid grin on her face.

"That's correct Beth" Mrs. Queen states proudly then continues the lesson. That's completely Bull jizz. I can't take this any more. I swiftly pack up my work and begin to walk to the door of the classroom when something hard hits the side of my head and lands on the floor with a loud clunk. Mrs. Queen immediately bust out laughing.

"Trash belongs in the trash can" Beth smirked looking at the trash can that
She through at me. That was the last straw my head began to pound as adrenalin flowed threw my veins.

"Well then let me help you find your way back home" I said as I picked up the trash and charged Beth sat in her seat in shock until I began to hit her repeatedly with the trash can.

The classroom was chaos around me. In between me hitting Beth I hear someone yell world star.

I felt someone pulling me off of Beth's battered body. I turned around an saw it was Mrs. Queen and began to beat the crap out of her with anything I could get my hands on... which was a shoe.

Eventually the school security guards came and broke up the fight and took me to the principal office. And that's when I realized I was in some deep crap.
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