As sharp as a knife.

Chapter 1. Part 1. The fight.

I kept my eyes locked on the kid from across the room in study hall. His hair was black, greasy and full of white nasty flakes. All I could see was the back of his head, but I could tell he sensed me drilling a hole into his skull with my eyes. Mostly, because he was shivering slightly, and glancing nervously back at me every so often. Then pretending he was just looking at the clock behind me. Yet, every time he made eye contact with me, it seemed another bead of sweat would drop down from the mop of grease on top of his head. 

The loud bell rang in my ears as accidentally snapped my pencil in between my fingers from gripping it to hard. I grit my teeth then, chucked the remains of the broken pencil to the ground, I stalked toward the door, looking for the little runt. He knew why I was mad, and he knew I was out for blood, his blood. I couldn't find him though, so I went to my locker. I opened it then shoved my folder inside it. I then dashed to the front doors of the school, awaiting his arrival. Since I was taller, it'd be easy to pick him out in the crowd of people. His little black, stringy, shiny, greasy hair bouncing up and down would single him out real fast.

A few days ago, my little sister Evelyn came home crying with bruises on her and cuts. I tried to ask her what happened, but she wouldn't tell me. Instead she told my Nana about it, who in turn spilled the beans to me after I begged her to. That guy, Jack Williams, bullied my little sister and beat her up real bad. I know exactly why he did it, too. She's far smaller and weaker than him. He can actually make fun of her,  hurt her, then beat her when ever he pleased and he would never get beaten up over it in return, but no. I wasn't gonna let that happen, no one hurts my little sister. Emotionally or Physically.

A year or two ago, I also caught him beating up my ex girlfriend, who happened to be my girlfriend at the time. I told him then. If you ever, Ever, hurt someone I love again, I will have you in the hospital so quick or, you'll never see daylight again. Got it? I guess he didn't get it, cause a few weeks later he beat my girl at the time again, and again, and again. I didn't find out till a few weeks ago, but since I didn't care so much about her anymore, I didn't react so badly, but my little sister? Oh hell no. He's so dead. I have no remorse for scum like him. 

Eventually, I picked him out of the crowd as he turned the corner, then headed to the exit. As soon as he saw me, his big black eyes widened, and he darted the other way through the crowd. I started to follow him, but as soon as I saw him turn down the busiest hallway after school, I turned and took a less busy route to my right. Running far quicker than he could, I eventually came to where the hallway he would be coming out of and stopped. Where I was at, no one was around, and there wasn't any cameras to catch what I'd do next. 

I saw him finally get to the end of the hall, panting and bending down slightly. His palms pressing on his knee caps. I ran up behind him, then kicked him hard in the back of his right leg. Gripping his shoulders, I'd pull him towards me, but sort of slanted to the side, so he'd fall back to my right. Then I'd begin to slam my boot into his ribs brutally. Not holding back what so ever. Eventually, a teacher would see us and try to break it up, but that just made me want to kill him even quicker. "THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR BEATING MY SISTER" I yelled loudly, Beginning to stomp on his arm, twisting my foot and grinding it hard against his flesh, his other arm reaching for my leg, probably trying to get me to stop. My other foot was firmly pressed to his chest, holding his weak body down. Man did this feel... Good. His loud crying, blood splattering and screaming making me want to do it even more. "HUH? DO YOU ENJOY BEATING UP A LITTLE GIRL AND ANOTHER GIRL?" I screamed again, this time he shook his head no, his eyes watering and face beat red. I kicked him in the hip, making him scream louder. 

Suddenly at the corner of my eye, I saw the gym teacher, Mr.Williams, standing there in shock. His eyes were wide, and he looked rather scared. He was taller than me, and much stronger so I know he'd be able to break us up, so with one more swift kick to his ribs I took off running. Blood was all over my boots, leaving tracks, and splattered all up and down my camo jeans. Some of it got on my white tank top, but I didn't mind. 

Before I took off running, I looked down at Jack, I could see his nose was bleeding, while he was spitting up blood, his arm was all mushed up and mashed, it was truly a gore scene from a thiller film. His arm looked like shredded meat with bones in it. The skin was probably covered in to much blood anyway, so I didn't see it. Whatever, he deserved it. I only knew about two incidences where he beat a girl up, and I'm sure he beat even more. A lot of rumors went around that he raped a girl too. He deserved it. In a selfish way I felt I was making the world a better place by trying to kill him off.

I barely got half way down the hall, when the gym teacher caught up to me. He tackled me down, slamming my body so hard to the ground, I felt my brain rattle. He then continued to lecture me about how much trouble I was in, and repeatedly said "THAT'S MY GRANDSON YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
I am senior, and all my classes are done. I amjust waiting for graduation day so it will be over. Yet, I know that this would mess it all up, I'm not sure what the punishment will be, but I know it wont be good. I might even go to jail for attempted murder.
As I hit the ground, I let out a loud chuckle almost deranged, the gym teacher on the other hand was furious.
I didn't really think of it till now, but the gym teachers son WAS Jack's father. Which to me made it all the better. I was putting his grandson in his place, when he was supposed to be.

I turned and glanced over my shoulder, seeing the school nurse, try to help Jack up, and the English teacher on the phone, calling 911 probably. Lucky for scumbag Jack, there was a hospital not to far from here. He'd survive, I know it. I probably only messed up his hip, destroyed his arm, and broke all or at least a lot of his ribs. He might have a punctured lung if I was lucky, but those would heal fast, as I was told?
After awhile of being held down, and apparently hit, the gym teacher let me up. I'm sure he wouldn't get in trouble for abusing me in the hallway, but I didn't feel it anyway. I was to numb from the hate that boiled and sparked throughout my body in those moments. He instructed me to get up, quite rudely if I might add. Then directed me to the office, locking me inside one of the ISS rooms, or in school suspension rooms. Leaving me to my violent laughter, and mad smiling. 

Authors note; Hey y'all, I know. This is pretty gross to some of you, but if I sent you the link, then I probably already warned ya, so don't act surprised, butttt. If you happened to find my story on wattpad, and you're just a stranger reading it. Unless you like gore, I suggest you stop reading. I gotta whole entire book planned out, and this is just chapter 1, part 1. So, if this is something you enjoyed? Feel free to carry on. If not? The door's that way. Cya.