ARYA’S POV
School sucks!!!!!!! New school Sucks!!! I hate my new school, I hate the people, I hate the teachers, and I hate the food.
I’ve been in this hell hole for 3days and yet people still do this stupid segregation shii…. Fuck them all.
I was still ranting when someone bumped into me, and I fell along with my books. I cursed out and I know my skills in cursing will make a sailor blush and bow, and I took no shame in cursing at the person also.
Fuck!my butt ache but im not going to cry and I need to put this motherfucker in his place.
“Watch it stupid” he said
Fuck shit, I was so mad, all I see is red.
Hey dick face, who the fuck do you think you calling stupid? I was walking and you bumped into me and you should apologize instead of calling me stupid!!! So mate if you don’t want your freaking balls kicked, you had better apologize.
There was a crowd forming already, everyone’s attention is on the guy and me.
Seriously, I didn’t want to cause a fight on my 3rd day but the arrogant bastard was asking for it.
“Oh my! And who wants to kick my balls, you! I’d rather you play with it”.
Without warning, in a very fast motion, I smacked his chest hard and kicked his groin and he fell down clutching it and screaming.
The crowd went silent, I could hear a sweat drop aswear.
Then in a blink of an eye, the crowd began to whisper, some cursed out, some snickered, I swear I might have heard someone say “he is going to make her life a living hell in Westland High” but the truth is I don’t care, so I picked my books and walked away with pride.
The pride soon become useless, as I walked into the classroom, and everyone was staring at me like I had grown three heads right then and there.
In the moment of embarrassment, the speakers in class boomed with Mrs McDonald’s voice echoed through the hallways
“Miss Arya Elizabeth Campbell, Report to my office right now!!!”
okay all the 23 pairs of eyes in my class turned to look at me and damn am scared but im not going to let my guard down in front of all these motherfucking strangers.
