When they got him involved, I nearly shit my pants. Oh well, I still have gym clothes. I backed up. He drew closer and closer. He slapped me. He. Slapped. Me. I looked up. I was only used to physical abuse from my dad or his friend. Never my school bullies. I broke down. I cried. I sobbed. He backed up. People had already begun to gather around.
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"The poor little freaks' crying. Go cry to your mommy!" Bitch Twin 1 said.
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"She's a cry baby pussy!" Bitch Twin 2 added. Everyone laughed.
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"I'm fucking abused at home. I would take the name calling here. I'm fucking done. Don't fucking talk to me or lay a hand on me or I will fucking kill you. Actually, never mind. Let the freak do her own God Damned thing!" I yelled. I got up and stomped away. I plugged my camera into the media center computer and began to print up pictures. I would destroy Dynia and Lydia Turner. I would ruin Aydn Turner. He would be fucking desiccated. I grabbed my copies and as the first bell rang, I spread the pictures around. I would not let up the war. I open the vandalists' locker and grabber paint.
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Consider this your warning. I will not let up. Bitches, I'm out.