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i feel like i'm in a daze.
i storm through the hallways,
barely processing my own thoughts.
it's not hard to find danny in the courtyard.
it is hard to fight the urge to punch him in the face.
so i don't fight it.
i manage to get his nose bloodied before he realizes what's happening.
maybe it's the anger fueling me,
maybe it's the hatred burning inside,
but somehow i hold my own against him.
i know he's part of underground fight clubs.
he used to brag to me about his wins.
and yet right now we're even in hits.
we're both bleeding.
his friends are either cursing me or cheering him.
his eyes meet mine.
he has the audacity to smirk.
"she certainly was entertaining," he says.
"you son of a bitch," is the only thing i can manage before i lunge at him again.
i got lectured by the principal twice that day.
the fight got me suspended for a week.
i don't care.
even if the principal expelled me,
i would've thrown the first punch again and again.
even if i lost,
and laid a bloody mess on the pavement,
i'd do it again
and again.
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i don't usually put author's notes, but this book is almost over. i was wondering if i should just post the rest of it today, or spread it out into today and tomorrow. thoughts? hope you're enjoying it x
