ŦĦ€ βØØҜ Ø₣ Ž€Ň€VΞ€VΔ

"Suspicion was in the air. That morning, on my way to School, I didn't see a Popular Teen once. When I made it to my locker, I saw a crowd huddled around it. There were teens laughing and taking pictures. It wasn't a good sign when the crowd scattered when they noticed me walking towards them.

Those Wastes of Human Life vandalized my locker. The phrase "Where's your mirror, Bloody Mary?!" was painted verically across my locker in large messy black spray paint. With all the shit I had to endure from them, this was my breaking point.

As much as Teachers and Counslers ask, I'm actually not sure what happened. I kinda blacked out, like I wasn't in control of my actions. The only thing I can remember before the Teachers took me to the Principal's office was the Lead Popular (For convinence, I'll call her Navaeh) On the ground, her once pretty face was black and blue with bleeding bruises and she was crying in pain. It was a satisfying sight."

I promise that every scenario in this book is completely fictional. Or at least as fictional as it needs to be.