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The BadBoy screams trouble!
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Complete, First published Sep 13, 2016
"S-sorry!" I struggled to release myself from the ropes I was tied with. Carter laughed as he bought the disgusting lizard close to my face. 

"Front or back guys?" He asked his friends. 

What does he means by front or back!? God! No! What is he going to do? Oh god!

"Front!" They replied. 

"Yeah, that will be fun!" He said as he pulled the fabric of my shirt from the front and left the lizard inside. 

"Aaaaaaahh!No!!God! I won't do this again! I promise! I ssswear! I won't do this again! Please don't do thisssssss!" I could feel the thing moving inside my bra. "Carter! Pleeeease! Don't do this! Ahhhhhhhh! Heellllppppp!" I cried, I puked, I struggled and moved like worm but they just watched the show from the far. And Carter, well he was videotaping the whole thing. 

Now:

I didn't realise I had tears in my eyes by now. "Im really sorry Sparkle...." I heard him say as he wiped a tear from my face. 

"I can never forgive you. Ever!" I shook my head.
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As I walk into the school, he spots me and immediately starts talking to me. I brush past him, ignoring him, but today is definitely not my lucky day... He grabs my arm firmly, stopping me, and turns me to face him. The pain on my face contorts his expression. "What's wrong, Emma? Lost your voice, lizard?" I don't look at him; my head is hung low once again. "When I'm talking, you need to look at me!" he shouts, lifting my chin so I have to meet his gaze. I look at him, but it's not with innocence; it's with anger. "Oh, look, Emma's angry, everyone!" he mocks. "Just leave me alone," I say, meeting his eyes as I pull my arm free from his grip and walk away. He stares at me, shocked, as do all the kids around us, not expecting what I just did.