A Captain and Her Ship

Chapter 4: I Found Him

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Chapter 4: I Found Him

"Stop it" I yelled, swinging my arms over my head. The back of my fist hit the persons face and they released me. I fell toward the tilts of the school floor; and realized I was no longer in the cafeteria.

I rushed to sit up, but was harshly pulled by my hair. Their grip was quite loofy wasn't tough or even strong, so this person is a girl.

"What are you going to do know" she chuckled, wickedly.While she pulled my head up shaking it side to side.

Was she waiting for some response because I wasn't listening? My mother always told me to never talk to white trash. I smirked at the thought.

"What are you laughing at" a girl with ponytail, scolded. Looking straight at me, adjusting her "mini" skirt.

The girl who had a wod of my hair saw that I was smiling, and frowned.

"Do you think this fun" she questioned, pushing me.

"Ugh" I hit a locker on the impact.

"If it's so funny" she picked up my backpack, which was just lying on the floor.

"Hey"I tried crawling toward my backpack, but as soon as I reached out my hand.

I received a blow to the side of my ribs, god the pain.

I trembled back down on my elbow looking at the girl who started this all.

"Serves you right" She started dumping all my papers, books, and pencils on the floor.

I could only lay there in pain holding my side, and gasping for air. While I'm watching these monsters, tear thought my stuff.

Why...

Was the only thing that was bugging me, I didn't do anything to them. There strangers to me, like everyone else in this school. And yet they bully me for what exceptly, I didn't do anything.

At this point I would be glad to see Olivier, that weak, scrawny...

"Jessica, look I found it" the girl with single braids, cheered. She was waving around the book in her right hand, until she handed it to "Jessica". "Good job, Anthony" she snatched it from her hands, and started flipping through pages.

I may be on the floor, and a couple feet's away from them. But I do know what she was holding.

"OOOOh my, you naughty little girl" she exclaimed, looked at me and back at the book. Then she motioned the girl with the ponytail, to take a look.

When they took a look at the page, they turned red like a ripe tomato. What, I didn't say that the book was ok for them. It's their fault for looking thought my stuff.