There was the evil blond witch and her 2 evil minions. I watched them trudge down the hall ways of our school building like perfect little barbies with everyone's eyes on them. They completely adore her! I don't see how. She was evil as you can tell. Her name even had evil in it. Well, obviously that isn't her real name. Actually I'm surprised it's not, considering it relates to her so well.
I walk up to her. I felt powerful at that very moment, like nothing could stop me .. Not even her. I liked the feeling. Very much. Before she could react, I took my hand with my morning coffee in it and poured it all over her brand new 30 dollar pink sweater. I heard her scream in pain from the hotness that suddenly touched her pale bare skin. I smiled. This feeling felt great. I walked away like nothing happened.
This didn't really happen. This is what I wish I was strong enough to do
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