I was walking down the hall.

Of course, that's what people do, Courtney.

Counting each step as if they were my last.

Why am I such a freak?

I heard the voice. Fucking bitch's kind of voice. Preppy, fake, under 3 lbs. of makeup. "Where do you think your going?" She asked.

Her voice made me wanna go deaf and rip out my eardrums.

"It's called a locker. Heard of it?" I snapped back.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, Lord, kill me now, before she does.

"Yes I have. Have you? You've been in one your whole life, huh, trailer trash?" She asked.

"Lucy just please, leave me alone." I replied.

"Why should I, bitch?" Her preppy-cheerleady voice echoed. No one calls me bitch. I turned around and brought my knuckle to her jaw. I repeated this motion until... Crack. I was done.

Notes

Sorry it's a shortie! I will most likely update on demand, here yah go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!