16 October 2012

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.'

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