• I sighed as Jack and I were pushed into lockers again.
    "f**." One cheerleader (Molly, I think) cackled, hitting Jack's head off the door. Listening to the witches walk off, I felt my face burning. After months of being pushed into lockers, having my poetry destroyed and sheer torment, I'd had enough. I kicked my locker door fiercely and managed to get it open by wrenching the lock around from the inside. I heard Jack whimper from his own locker and quickly opened it.
    "You look like a martian." He said. I flicked his nose sharply.
    "Thanks." I rolled my eyes. I caught sight of the head cheerleader (Sasha) and I could almost feel the atmosphere going red. I turned into Beatrice Kiddo for two minutes and ran up to her.
    "Hey- b***h." I snapped.
    "What? Oh hi emo." She smirked. I couldn't take it any more, before I knew what was going on I had slapped her across the face. She glared at me. I ran forward, hitting her over and over. She started screaming and tried to fight back. After ten or fifteen minutes I felt people tugging me back. Jack, Jesse, Nate and Tom were pulling me hastily outside. I had to kick Jesse to get them to let go of me. I sprinted up to Sasha, who looked like a frightened dog.
    "What the hell are you doing you-you flat chested freak!" She screamed.
    "Well, at least mine are real!" I laughed. I managed to tear her oh-so-cheap extensions out. A few other students could see, some cheered a little but mainly they just walked past. After several more minutes, Sasha ran off and I was joined by a limping Jesse and the others.
    "You're a tough kid." Jack said.
    "Bloody hell." Nate muttered.
    "Three cheers for sweet revenge!" I laughed. The guys had a tiny giggle.
    "So... detention?" Jesse asked.
    "Run." I said, as we all ran up to class, laughing.