I sighed and dabbed concealer on my newly formed bruise. Turns out that "Thick Skull" actually had a thick hand. The school bell rung and I walked out of the girls bathroom, and bumped into someone.
"Watch where you're going, asshole." The guy shouted at me, I looked up at him through my 'glasses'. If only he knew I could crush his face, then I wouldn't have to make a cover for myself.
"Sorry." I mumbled and pushed past him
"Hey! What did you say?" He called after me again
"I said, sorry." I said, a little annoyance unhidden
"You can't get annoyed with me!" He exclaimed
"Aren't I already?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.
"ARGH!" He yelled and shoved me against the lockers. I balled my hands into fists and bit my lip. Don't get mad, don't get mad, don't get mad! I told myself, I forced myself to cry to add to the effect
"Awe look! The little baby's crying!" At the sound of the word baby my whole body stilled. Nobody called me that, not anymore.
"I thought I said never to call me that!" I screamed and ran at him full force, throwing a right hook into his jawbone. His head snapped to the left and the effects of what I had just done hit me like a tornado. "Oh shit." I whispered and tore out of the highschool. I reached my baby, a black 2014 Camaro, and dropped my bag into it. The entire school was outside by now and I dropped my card on the school parking lot.
"Alexis Waters. Proud Fighter." It read, and I smirked and drove my baby out of that school, never looking back.
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Fiksi RemajaAlexis Waters isn't your average girl with dark brown hair and bright green eyes. Being seventeen, all alone in society, with no family connections? That's her, she's an undercover street fighter known widely as "Black Rose". But when her identity...
