It was only a slight stinging sensation, either way, I generally lost all emotion five years ago, along with my decency and manners, I smirked at my seemingly new toy to to piss her off, I propped my feet up, feeling daunting, I responded, "you're so silly, I can't feel a thing~" I cooed, surprising the entire bus on how smooth and childish my voice was, she sneered, "Keep your shit shut, you dumb emo-whore!" I giggled haphazardly, she had no idea who she was messing with, along with going through my 'Emo stage' as concerned teachers called it, I used what I had and my no longer pending love for black and darkness itself, I earned a seventh rank black belt in many things, she looked at me disgustingly, as if I was her road kill, I chuckled under her glare, seeing her next move, everyone gasped confused as she suddenly took a off-beat swing towards air, while I had suddenly seated seven seats away, I giggled childishly as she walked over, I made it back over to the seat in the very back as I was before, faster than the naked eye could see, and I popped my earbuds in, I sighed, today would be a long day...
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FanfictionMy best friend wrote this and told me she was too lazy too make an account, so, yeah... if you like it, it's hers if you hate it, it's hers don't judge me if it's horrible, k?