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The bell is rang.
I pack my books into my duffel bag and push my way through the sea of struggling teens.
I wish I were a bulldozer.
I would run down every person between the ages of fifteen and nineteen and cement their remains to the ground.
"Would you watch it!" I feel the shove before I hear the yell. My books are sent flying out of my bag as my back hits the classroom door.
I get in the way of yet another person and this time I am thrown face down to the floor.
I have never bothered to look at what those good for nothing teenagers wear on their feet but I think I now have an idea how simple footwear can be used as a murder weapon.
With each prod and dig and stamp into my back I feel the stilettos and boots and stupid soccer shoes break my bones. No exaggeration there.
Finally, all the animals are gone and I get up, wincing in pain as I feel my bones snap back in place.
I quickly gather up my books, trying to ignore the dirty footprints on them. I swear those animals.
I am walking down the hallway when I hear a muffled gasp come from the cafeteria. Curious, I tiptoe round the corner and hide behind a large plant to peep through the glass doors of the cafeteria.
To say what I see shocks me would be an understatement.
Cera, Miss Perfect of the school is tied to a lunch table in only her bra and panties with about four stark naked jocks around her.
But that's not the worst part.
She's also got her mouth busy on one of the jocks.
But that's not the worst part.
She's actually enjoying it.
I lean against the wall and hold my mouth to calm the raging sea of digested food from spilling back out.
To see this with your very own eyes is way more disgusting than you'd think. And it's even more disgusting when it's going down in a place where people are supposed to eat.
So I did what any sensible person would do.
I got out of there as fast as I could.
But not before taking a few shots of the act in our lunchroom.
Because I wouldn't be Charlotte Jenkins if I passed down a chance at blackmail.
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Noel
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