Chapter Seven

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I put my hands on my hands on my hips as I walk into the school the next day. Maybe that's because now that I'm a cheerleader I'm more confident. I honestly don't know. I get a lot of whistles from various boys. I walk to my locker and see Darren. So I run up to him and put my lips to his. He seemed surprised. I put my hands around his neck and he puts his hands around my waist and pulls me closer. I run a hand through his hair. After that I step down and he says "Wow, that was amazing."  He pulls his hand through his hair and looks at me. "Holy shit I didn't know you were a cheerleader." He comments. I look down at what I'm wearing and remember that I'm wearing my cheer uniform. "When did that happen?" he asks 

"Uh, yesterday."   I say. I see one of the cheerleaders who go to my first class and go with her.

 "Hey, Quinn." She says to me

"Hi i'm  sorry but whats your name?"

"Roxie!"

 "Like in Chicago?"

"Yup!" Roxie starts again "Well obviously I wasn't named after Roxie Hart because the movie was made in 2002, so..."

"Oh I know" I say. Then I feel the hands of someone on my hips as they forcefully throws me against the lockers I let out a scream. Roxie backs up with a hand over her mouth. The attacker puts one of their hands in my hair and grip tight as they pick me up and throw me again. When my body comes into contact with the locker I let out another scream. I sit on the ground and get a good look at my attacker I soon realize that it is a girl who I don't know but why was she trying to hurt me? The girl pushes me down and sits on top of me. She pulls out a knife trying to stab my face. I grab her arm and use all my force to stop her. Her hand slips and puts a long cut on my cheek. I feel as the blood rolls off of my face onto the floor. How did this morning go from wonderful to deadly in less then ten minutes. I keep my hand on her arm. Then I find the strength to roll over and sit on her. She does the same to me. This bitch is strong. Her knife slips again causing another cut on the opposite cheek. Then someone grabs her by the hair and throws her aside. It was Darren. I start to cry. The tears mixed with blood hit the floor.   I grab Darren and pull him in for a hug. He scoops me up and brings me to the nurse. A fight that lasted for a minute felt like an hour.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 09, 2013 ⏰

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