(This chapter contains mild violence)
*THUNK*
I sat up rubbing my forehead. I pulled my hand away and noticed it had some blood on it.
I remember this memory.
I heard devilish laughter behind me, "I can't believe she tripped and fell! What an idiot."
I glared at the girl out of the corner of my eye. A group of teenagers gawked at me while laughing to each other.
I snarled at them, "You bastards purposely tripped me."
She giggled, "Oh? We did? Do you have any proof?"
I glared at them. Normally I would have attacked them by now, but I had just been punished for fighting yesterday. So today I will just ignore them. My body can't handle another punishment right now.
I ignored the blood slowly making its way down my forehead. I didn't really care about that. I cared more for the trash that covered my body. I slowly began to pluck it off in disgust.
