Pure Hatred

I turn around to find my textbooks and papers scattered around the ground in ruined pieces. My eyes well up with tears but I know now that letting the tears flow just makes it worse. A rough hand grabs my shoulder, forcing me to turn around. I keep my eyes focused on the ground - another rule is not to make eye contact. I can feel her cold, uncaring presence.
'Rosie, you need to learn to take better care of your things! You wouldn't want anything happening to them, would you?', She leers.
I don't reply.
'I asked you a question, b****h'
'Look at me you idiot'
I keep my eyes firmly fixed on the floor.
'I said look at me'
She catches my chin, forcing me to lift my head. I do, very unwillingly.
Her icy eyes burn into mine.
'Now answer the question, would you want anything to happen to your stuff'
'No' I manage to mumble.
I walk away, trying to mask my shame.
I reach my locker and They stroll past me, lokking me up and down as if I was a meer piece of air.
For the first time ever, I summon my frustration and dislike to extreme anger and pure hatred.
I turn around and look Her straight in the eye, my confidence rising.
'Problem, cow?'
'Yes actually, you snobby little ignorant pig, there is a problem'
A look of genuine shock penetrates Her face. I leen in close to her orange face and whisper,
'The problem is you.'
A gasp comes out of her glossy lips.
I strut off, adrenaline pulsing through my veins.
I walk to the bus stop thinking - 'You did it Rosie, you finally did it.'