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Chapter~1: Bruises

" Lets go then! " The words fell from my lips and there was no picking them back up, Sara McRyan and the rest of the ninth graders and some older classmen hear those three words and there is no backing down now. Before I could blink Sara had swung at me, I pulled myself back and waited for a solid hit. Never start a fight,But always end it. My brothers voice was loud in my head, almost as if he were standing next to me yelling over the chanting behind me. " Make a move Jersey!" Sara yelled, her face is red and sweat it already dripping from her forehead. Do I seriously stress her out that bad? We haven't even laid a solid hit on each other yet, What the frick. She pushed my by my shoulders and laughs, " Awwwe, Jersey's to chicken to hit me. Scared b**ch." She turns to high-five her best friends, Megan, Riley, and Greta. She succeeds due to the fact she still hasnt punched me or anything remotely close to it.People start falling away slowly like autumn leaves off a tree. It's sad. We have stood here for almost twenty minutes and no one has hit anyone. " Screw this. " Sara laughs and regains her anger. She finally gives me a good hit across the face, my lip starts bleeding. A old fashion fist and bliod fight, How I have missed these. I laugh and wipe the blood from my lips. " Hit me back. Do it. Hit me back. " Sara seems shocked I am standing so still as she is shaking with every movement she so slightly makes. She turns around to say something to her posy and I take my chance and grab her hair. I pull her to the ground and pin her. She is defenseless. With me sitting on her legs and pushing her arms down with all my strength, though she couldn't get away from me anyway, I laugh, " Now who has the upper-Hand? " fear strikes Sara's eyes. I was going to enjoy this. I raised my hand and swung once. Twice. Three times. Four times. I was beating the life out of her. And I wanted to do it for years, I was letting all my aggression, all my bad memories, all my pain and all my self-controll, I was letting myself do whatever I wanted to her. She has made me cry and scream and do the unspeakable. I was going to have sweet sweet revenge.
The principle looked at me, Then looked at Sara. You could tell by our faces alone who won the fight. But emotionally I am still trying to brake myself out of Sara and her petty friends grasp, even if she was sitting next to me bleeding, Brused, and crying. " I don't even know where to begin," Mr.James shreeks. " Jersey, You're such a good student. And Sara, you've been in my office all week! What is the matter with you girls?" He seems like a father at the moment, his tone that is.

Short~ish chapter will be updating soon!!