He had light blue eyes, blond hair, high cheekbones, a chiseled chin, and a very athletic body. His lips continued to curl into a smirk as he stared down at me and all I did was stare back at him, holding my anger in. I mean, the reason I was on the floor, to begin with, is that I let my emotions get the better of me. All I could do now was try to solve this amicably; hopefully, I’ll be able to get out of this situation with that face still intact.
“Can I help you with something?” I asked through pursed lips. “Well, babe, you could explain why you look like that?” he replied. “Like what, if I may ask?” I looked at him, feigning ignorance. “Like a mop head, dumbass,” he retorted, spilling the cleaning mix all over the cafeteria floors. I could feel the heat rising again, my face turning red; I was literally about to blow. I started to count to ten in my head, another single misdemeanor, and I could be expelled, spelling bee or not; Mr. Chapeau had made that very clear. I slowed my heart rate with long deep breaths and turned to look at the scumbag in front of me. “I am quite sorry for the way I look; I’ll try my best to stay out of your line of sight,” I stated in clear, distinct words.
He looked surprised to not have been able to get a reaction from me, which gave me some satisfaction. There was a slight moment of confusion in his eyes: which turned to hatred as he said, “I’m gonna pay you back for what you did to my girlfriend, you witch.” Now I was the confused one, girlfriend; I’m pretty sure I hadn’t seen this guy before in my entire life and, he looked like a 9th grader. What would a 9th grader have to do with little ol’ me in 6th grade? He grabbed me by the hair and was ready to smack me when we heard a teacher’s voice in the hallway. We both froze, but before he took off, he whispered, ‘This ain’t over. Stay away from Karen; I’ll be watching”. He let go of my hair and sped off.
I was still dazed when Ms. Hyperbole showed up in front of me, screaming something. By the time I came to, she was on her way out and, I faintly remembered something about being late for practice and how irresponsible I was. My hands were shaking from my previous encounter. The adrenaline hadn’t worn off yet. Yeah, you heard that right, well, in this case: you read that right. I, Vanessa Summers, was so scared - I was shaking like a leaf in the wind. We haven’t really gotten to know each other that well. Plus, you were new so, I thought it would make a great first impression to show you my cool side; you get what I mean. That is if you consider breaking someone’s nose as a cool thing. However, hiding the truth about oneself is not the way to start a friendship. Anyways back to the story.
I started the count again, but this time, in descending order from 10 instead of ascending. My hands stopped shaking, my breathing slowed, and I didn’t feel dizzy anymore. I checked my surroundings and time and realized; I was late for practice. I quickly picked up the mop and cleaned up the mess. I may have calmed down a bit. However, my neurons were firing up at a million joules per second, and yes - I know that is physically impossible fellow nerds. But wait, is it really? Note to self, research this a bit more. Did that guy say, Karen, as in “The Karen” - was his girlfriend? This was beyond the worst day ever. How come I didn’t know this? I just received a threat from someone who seemed to have a doctorate; in the bullying degree. How was I going to survive? This is so not happening. Expulsion does not seem to be too bad an idea now. Urrgh, what the heck!
I cleaned up, packed the tools back into the janitor’s closet, and took off to the library for practice; hopefully, Ms. Hyperbole would still be there. I had to figure out a solution soon, together with all the information I could gather about that menacing demon. If not, the next 3 weeks, or maybe the rest of my life in middle school, would be the living hell I’ve been trying to avoid since I stepped foot into this “exquisite” institution.
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