Act 1 Epilogue

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"Kick his ass!"

"Yeah, knock him dead!"

"Holy shit!"

Marley threw punch after punch at Philip Owen's face.

"That'll teach him!"

"Get up Philip!"

She stood and picked him up by his collar, holding him so his feet weren't touching the floor. She brung him close to her face, "Say that again..." He groaned in response, "I said say it again!" He didn't so she chucked him to the ground, getting ready to punch him again.

"Hey hey hey! Break it up!" It was the Principal. Marley smirked and backed away from Philip holding her hand in the air, using the other to wipe away the blood that fell from her nose, "Jesus Miss Harrington, what did he do this time?"

"Breathed my precious air," she snapped sarcastically.

"I'm serious."

"He was beating O'Brien to a pulp, I had to do something, give him a taste of his own medicine," She reasoned.

"Think of yourself as some vigilante do you, Miss Harrington?" Principal Downe sneered and pushed the girl in the direction of his office, "I've heard about you, so horrid you parents don't even bother to associate themselves with you."

"Not like I'd want them too anyway," she bit. "I can finally act how I want."

"You act like a bully."

"Sure, I'll bite. I bully bullies, that cancels it out and makes it justice, not like anyone does anything about them anyway, and seeing as though my parents are rich, the worst thing you can do is expel me. Gotta love the corrupt policing system over here," she smirked, gripping her fists together, her palm scar proudly on show. 

Don't mistake her, she didn't condone the acts of the local Chief of Police and his habits of taking bribes from high enough paying parents and detainees, in fact, she called for a reform of the establishment, hell, the whole branch of the government that handled criminal justice. She simply used it to her advantage, her parents lose some money and she get's to teach people who prey on the weak a lesson or two.

"You're a bit of a bully too sir, you know that? Picking on the kids of colour like you do," she muttered lowly, peering up at the man over her shoulder. Oh, how she loved making middle-aged white men squirm. "I'd love to see you lose your job..."

"This is your third strike, Miss Harrington," He coughed awkwardly and she smiled.

"Expulsion?" He nodded and she let out a happy sigh of air, "Hawkins here I come..."



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