Their rough hands dragged me to the main section of the canteen and dropped me on the floor.
"Bitch, you're gonna pay for what you said," Callie threatened. I shivered.
"Piece of shit," Maddi said. She grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me towards her, so I was right next to her face. "I hope you kill yourself," she bared her teeth at me.
"Go away!" I yelled and spat at her. She screwed up her face and punched my cheek, which stung painfully. The other girls surrounded me and kicked me with all their strength, till I was lying on the floor and groaning.
Thankfully, a teacher's heavenly voice stopped the beating.
"Oi! Maddi, get 'ere now. Girls, get the fu- hell out of 'ere. NOW!"
Maddi's attention was fully on the teacher. Perfect opportunity! I kicked her legs to trip her and jumped up, throwing a punch on her stomach. She moaned in pain and I decided to run. Run Emma, run!
I sprinted out the canteen and ran towards the school gates which were wide open. I was so close, so, so close, when someone stopped me.
My body froze. My breathing quickened. My heart raced. My sweat poured. I felt fear and dread wrap me up and keep me prisoner.
"L-l-l... Leather. Face?"
He chuckled coldly and took large strides towards me. I tried to scream, but it was raspy and probably sounded like a meowing cat. No one was around, most people were in the canteen or messing around in the courtyard — leaving me alone.
He pulled out his chainsaw and switched it on, blood splattering onto the ground. I felt sick. I wanted to puke on the floor and just die on the spot. I wanted him to kill me.
The blade was only inches away from my nose, any closer and it would slice through with ease...
"EMMA!"
I turned around and it was the headteacher. Mrs Bennet. She was charging towards me so fast I thought she was an Olympic runner.
There were no footsteps coming from behind me, no buzzing of a chainsaw. I didn't turn around but I knew Leather Face was just a hallucination, so I could breathe easy. However, Mrs Bennet was still stomping closer and her face was bright red in rage.
"My office! Now!" She snarled and I followed her timidly.
"Poor Emma," I heard His voice in my head.
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The office was small and square, with a desk in the middle and two chairs facing each other. A small plant pot stood in the corner of the room, wilting away — probably because of how drab and dull the colours of the walls were.
Facing me was Mrs Bennet, staring daggers into my eyes. I flinched uncomfortably and stared at my hands resting on my lap, to avoid her strong gaze. Another teacher was standing beside her, a bulky man with a face of pure, pure evil. He had a name tag saying "Mr Vile". Oh, the irony.
"Miss Emma Thompson, new student at Rosetree Secondary School who had only started today." Mrs Bennet introduced me to Mr Vile. I nodded worriedly, it looked as if he could snap my neck in half a second.
"Mr Vile," he said in a very deep, bold and dangerous voice. We both turned our attention to Mrs Bennet who was writing something down on some paper.
"Who started the fight?" She asked.
"Um.." I swallowed nervously. "It was kinda Maddi. She offered me a cigarette but I said no."
"Ah, but Maddi tells a different story. She said you called her a whore."
"And why would you believe her?" I asked, raising my voice a touch.
"Answer the question! Did you or did you not call Maddi Gray a whore?"
"Yes. Well, she asked if I wanted a puff and I said no, so she called me a nerd, in which I replied 'shut up, whore'." That makes me seem so disrespectful...
"So you started the fight?"
"What? No! She was smoking in class, doesn't that deserve a punishment?"
"You called her a whore, if you would've just taken a quick smoke nothing would've happened — you could've even been friends."
Hell no! I felt rage boiling and bubbling up inside me, ready to burst through my mouth. Was she joking? Were teachers even allowed to say that? The stupidity in this school made me desperate to do something, something bad. My hands were twitching, ready for action and I knew it wouldn't be long before I made a move.
Don't do this Emma, I thought to myself. You've already made a mess of everything, cutting yourself. Don't cut someone else as you know that's exactly what you'd do.
"Detention for the rest of the month, everyday at lunch and after school for an hour." She said smugly. I glared at her and slammed my hands on the table, spotting a pen on the side of her desk.
"Bitch! You fucking bitch!" I screamed. Her face contorted into shock but I was too quick, too desperate to do something. I grabbed the pen in my hand and lunged it at her eye, only missing by an inch. Mr Vile was pinning my hands behind my back as I threw myself at her, screaming and turning my face red.
"I'll kill you! Don't think I won't because I'll find you and I will murder you!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs, thinking of other murderous things to yell at her.
"I'll slice your throat and watch you bleed! I'll tape a bag to your head and hang you on the tree in my garden! I'll-"
Mr Vile dragged me out of her office and shook me till I silenced. His fingers squeezed so hard on my arms that I winced in pain, but it didn't feel bad. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the pain. And I would've enjoyed it even more if I could watch Mrs Bennet in pain.
"Don't worry, Emma." Leather Face's voice came in my head and it took me by surprise.
"Mrs Bennet will get what's coming for her. They always do."
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P.S. you don't even know how much I enjoyed writing that chapter - I was tempted for Emma to stab Mrs Bennet in the eye!

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