Bandit Lee Way is my name. {EDITING ^~^}

B.L.W.I.M.N 4

I made it to school right before the first bell let out its shrill ring- thank God. I walked over to my locker and shoved my longboard into the cramped space. I closed the metallic door and walked down the hallway to my class with one thought on my mind: Who gives a damn if I don't have my shit? It's not like having my school stuff will bring my mom back home. That thought brought on a string of thoughts littered with hate and profanities

I walked into homeroom and sat down in my corner seat. Throughout homeroom, Mikey continuously tapped my shoulder in a vain attempt to get my attention. I could tell he just wanted to help, but I wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone. After a tedious class, the bell sounded through the classroom, and I quickly swiped up my things, and made my way out of the classroom. Mikey called after me as I sped through the hallway, but I paid him no mind. Ignoring was going to be difficult seeing that I had five classes with him...

"Hey, B. Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something?" I just kept walking. In algebra I sat down and focused on a doodle, not bothering to answer questions or to look at Mikey, whose eyes were boring into the back of my head.

After a long few periods of doing my best to ignore everyone, it was time for lunch. I grabbed the apple I had packed out of my bag and sat down at an empty table, munching gratefully. Before I knew it, the group of cheerleaders that had been giving me shit all year were standing before me. "What's wrong with emo today?" Megan said with mock sympathy. I rolled my eyes at the curly-haired creature and went back to chewing on my apple and sketching.

"She's talking to you, bitch." Spat the one with the fake tan and really small breasts- Jenny. I had to suppress a giggle because she was only embarrassing herself by trying to get under my skin. She'd always hated me. Since elementary school, she would pull my hair and make fun of me.

"Like, now we have less time to work because we're talking to you, so, like, now we have more homework. So, what the fuck is your problem?" Jenny hissed at me. I shrugged, again rolling my eyes at her incompetence. I got up- and making my way towards the cafeteria door, I tossed the core of my apple in the trash. The trio followed me right out the door, the stupid Asian of the group trailing behind Jenny and Megan.

"Look here, bitch, you better answer me before I get pissed off." Jenny continued as she followed me down the corridor. By this time, the bell had let out its noise and the halls were nearly empty, with only a few stray students rushing to get to class.

I felt a yank at my hair and turned around to see Megan so angry that she was red in the face. "Why don't you fucking answer me when I talk to you? Who the hell do you think you are? I run this school and if I say answer me, you'd better answer me!" She screeched.

"You know what?" I spat giving in, "I'm fucking tired of your bullshit. I have tried my fucking best to ignore you and your ignorant comments, and your fake friends, but I'm fucking done!" By the end of my statement I was practically screaming and I noticed the ignorant Asian making her way towards me.

"Try me, bitch." The shorter girl said, continuing to approach me. I let out a laugh before punching her square in the nose. I was done. So fucking done.

The girl lets out a shriek, clutching her nose that was spewing blood into the otherwise white corridors. Soon enough, Megan was taking her turn, trying to punch me and failing miserably. I easily moved out of the way and gave a sharp kick to her shin. They may have been pretty, but I was sure as hell stronger.

Jenny simply stood behind and watched as her friends tried to retaliate. Admittedly, Megan threw a decent punch to my face, drawing some blood. Soon enough though, a teacher rushed from a classroom to pull us apart- shame, I wasn't quite done yet. By the time we were all sent to the principle, I had a bloody nose and the other girls had some shitty looking faces.