Prologue.

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I slam him against the lockers, my face red like the blood on my shirt,
"Don't ever, say some shit like that to me homes." I said giving him one last punch in the stomach, he drops the the ground groaning in pain. The hall monitors come and grab me, I don't even fight with them this time, I just keep it pushing.  My blood is boiling, my body hot, hot as if someone has me over the stove fire. No one disrespects me without getting away with it, no one.

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