The bell rang and all students exited their classrooms.
People rushed to their lockers, some rushed to get on their bus on time before dismissal.
I opened my locker and saw a word scratched on the inside of the door.
Bitch.
I turned around to meet the eyes of a fuming blonde headed Stephanie.
She had a friend with her whose name was Charlotte.
Charlotte didn't seem like she wanted to have anything to do with the situation.
She beautiful girl with long jet black hair that reached the small of her back, and her face was adorned with a pair of ocean blue eyes.
She was antsy by the looks of it; she was shifting around between her feet.
When I met eyes with Charlotte, the next thing I knew, Stephanie sent me a hard punch to the jaw.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
