I'm back and badass!

Chapter 3.

I turn, and see that celine ad her 2 barbie dolls are right in front of me. i turn around and talk to max, not bothered with her or her 'gang'. aha. they don't know what a gang is.

"So, what we doing after school max?" i ask him. he looks confused for a second then realises what im doing and smirks. "I dont know sis, what do you wanna do? he replies. "well..." I'm interrupted by a cough from celine.

"Do you mind? I'm trying to talk to my brother not some skank that cant put clothes that cover her at least half her body." i say agitated. people gask and i hear wispers, such as:

"Shes dead."

"aww, i wanted to be her friend, but it look like shes gone already."

"Shes a gonna"

"stupid bitch. shes just signed her death certificate."

i have to hold in a laugh at the last one. Cleine looks at me shocked, then smirks at me. ew! I wanna smack that smirk off of her ugly caked face. seriously, how much make up does 1 person need on their face at once?

"You really shouldn't talk to me like that. I can ruin your life here." she says in a high pitched, squeaky voice. "Really?" I ask dripping with sarcasm. "What you going to do to me, that you haven't already?" I say with the most deadliest glare i could make. this just makes her and everyone else confused.

"What?" she says, obviously confused and looking as stupid as ever. "Oh, ce ce! you dont remember what your ex best friend looks like? that's very mean. how could you?!" i say, using her old nickname that no one else was allowed to use. "You cant say that name to me! That's reserved to someone!" she shouts in my face.

okay... I'm pissed now. no one shouts at me. shes so close to me that I can feel the heat come off of her body. I push her slightly, and she stumbles, clearly unexpecting that. "Yeh, it is reserved for me. i made you that nickname. I was the only one who could call you it. and I was the one who was your bestfriend." i shout at her, so angry that my face was properly bright red with anger.

she shakes in fear and anger. "No! your not her. she went after i bullied her! NO! NO!" she said while walking up to me. "honey, its me, deal with it. If you take one more step you will regret it, I promise." I say, my voice gradually raising as well as my anger.

celine walks one more step, and say "or what?". thats the last straw. I punch her in her face so hard, and i hear a crack, making me smirk and her scream, while clutching her nose. She looks pissed, scremas one more time in anger then lunges for me. she slaps me, and then all i see is red.

the next thing i know, i am straddling celine, while punching her face, which is covered in blood, and her tears. I'm quickly dragged off of her, by no other then max. I look around and see that the crowd had gotten larger since the start, and that everyone is staring at me in shock.

I look down, and see that my leather jacket has some blood on it. i take it off, but before I cans peak there are multiple gasps and whispers such as:

"She has tattoos?"

"She has both of her arms covered in tattoos!"

"Shit! Shes hot."

"I would fuck that. looks at her ass!"

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let me explain, both of my arms, are covered in small tattoos, which mix together and look like a full, large sleeve tattoo. all of my tattoos have a meaning but not many people know what the meanign are.

the most significant ones, is the angel with the white wings covered in blood, which is trapped by a chain on her ankle. she is screaming for help, but no one hears her. this is one of the most important tattoos to me. it represents what i feel inside: like i am trapped and cant escape, your right, i am no angle but i once was and i still have a good heart it is juts blocked by many barriers to keep me from getting hurt again. I cannot trust easily after what happened. The trapped angel, is about the sixe of a grown mans hand, and is on my back, on my right shoulder blade. under it says the words "Everyone is trapped, but people hide it better then others!"

I have a black rose vine that goes right up my right leg, and peeks out off the top of my jeans, or shorts. the roses are black with a tint of dark red in them. I only have 2 or 3 vibrant and colourful tattoos. one of them which is clearly visible when wearing tops that show my stomach, is a butterfly, half on my waist, half on my 6 pack. above the butterfly, is fancy, black writing, which says the words "Katie". That is a subject for another time though.

there are about half a dozen more tattoos (6), but they are not relevant right now.

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The principle comes out and shouts, "What happened?" i walk up to him, and say "It was me uncle. she pissed me off. You cant punish your neice on her first day at your school can youi? please" I plead with puppy dog eyes. everyone gasps and whispers once again erupt about the principle being ym uncle. aha. looks like I cant get in trouble, at least not serious anyway.

"Okay princess, just don't do it again, at least today." he replies with a sigh. I smile and hug him. I don't like hugs much but hes just saved me so I guessed he deserved one. aha.

I turned around, to see everyone staring at me and my uncle in shock. "Get to class everyone, it started 5 minutes ago!"

1021 words.