How Do You Like Me Now?

An Introduction

'What's your problem with me,' I shriek, 'Just because I don't like your stupid little boyfriend?'        Amy swallows. 'H-he's not stupid!' I roll my eyes at her foolishness. She's only thirteen, what would she possibly need a boyfriend for? They do nothing more than hold hands. The concentrated look on her face signals she's not done yet. 'At least boys don't think I'm a potato!' I look up at her snobbish little face. 'I'm beautiful, and have a great personality! Boys are practically fighting over me....but you? When has any-one asked you out? No, scratch that, when has there ever even been a rumour? You're like a slice of rotten cheese.' I glare at her, my fists clenched.

'What are you implying,' I mutter.

'Oh, you know, that you're an ugly b****!' I swing my clenched fist at her. She dodges, not even a scratch. I turn and walk away, there's no use in dealing with such a stubborn little tweenager.

'Are you scared,' I hear her call out, 'Going to run off to the principle and tell him what a little meanie sweet little Amy is?' She mocks me. I swing around and start walking towards her.

'W-what do you want,' she gulps, quivering. What a weak little human? I swing a punch at her. She dodges again, but trips and falls on the ground. 'P-please don't hurt me! I was just kidding!' I reach down and grab her by the shirt. 'Just kidding my arse.' I punch her in the nose, resulting in a massive nose bleed. She looks up at me, her eyes wide with fear. 'You've had your revenge now,' she pleads. I shove my sneaker deep into her gut. 'Worthless.' I kick her again. 'You're worthless.' On the third kick she spits up blood.                                                                                                'P-please! I'm sorry,' Amy tries to wiggle her way out of the mess she got herself into, but I'm not done yet. I grab her bleached pony tail and drag her face along the concrete.

'STOP!' I freeze. The principle, three kids in my grade and a teacher are running towards me. I lift Amy's face off the concrete. The grazes and bruises are hidden by masses of blood. Her dyed blonde hair is in a matted, tangled mess, half stained with blood. Her uniform covered in footprints and stains. What have I done? I drop Amy and bolt.

I stop and turn for a split second. The crowd is surrounding Amy. Now is my chance to get away. I run up to the tall, old school gates and begin climbing. I slip and fall at least twice. Once at the top, I leap onto the grass. I take a minute to get the feeling back in my grazed hands before running home.