Alison's Secret

You want a fight ?

"Hi Alison," I tried again, my smile broader this time.
Maybe she hadn't heard me the first time.
"Malorie isn't it? What kind of name is that?"
"I like my name!" I told her. The scorn in her voice wasn't quite enough to stifle my response. Almost, but not quite.
"What school were you at before?" Asked Alison.
I told her.
Jessica turned to Sarah standing next to her and sneered, "Get her! Doesn't think much of herself, does she?"
What did I say to offend her? I had answered her question and told her the name of my old school, is that much of a crime?
The alarm bell were getting closer and closer, louder and louder. Sarah smiled, at her friend before turning to me, her light brown hair fanning out as she whipped her head around, her green cat eyes were glistening with dislike, and I knew trouble was brewing. Alison turned back to me, her face a mask of deep scorn. The class was only half full of the lunchtime stragglers, but they were all silently watching, like a cinema audience who knew that a good bit was coming up.
"How well can you fight?" Asked Alison
I frowned, I was pretty sure I misheard.
She repeated impatiently, "How well can you fight?"
I shrugged, what was I meant to say.
"Hit her Sarah!"