Stop and Stare
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Something caught my wrist. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a hand that had a green watch holding on.
"What the hell are you doing?" A voice snapped. I looked to the side and saw a boy. Seemed like a kid from my Pre-Cal class or something. Daniel, I think? I'm not sure, but I'll call him that.
I ripped my hand free and cut my left arm right below my elbow. "Damn." I cursed.
Daniel snatched the knife from me. "What the hell are you doing?!" He repeated in an angrier tone. "What would've happened if I didn't stop you?"
I faced him and crossed my arms. "The real question is, why are you in the girls bathroom?"
*some words are left out and changed*
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