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Chaper 10: Carla's Wrath!
Our science lab, our last class of the day, took longer than expected. We ended up heading it a bit late, not before making a quick stop to the bathroom.
The cubicule that Keithlin found plugged had a sign that read 'out of order'.
We laughed soo much my tummy ended up hurting.
The girls stayed in the bathroom and I decided to wait outside. I didn't wait for them like I should have.
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The end of this week was highly needed. Nothing drastic happened, which I was grateful for.
I talked a pinch too soon.
I was heading to the gate of the school to wait for the girls.
Before I knew it, Carla abruptly gripped my arm. She was with Brownie, the brown haired girl who I always forgot her name.
"Who do you think you are!?" Carla screamed in my face.
I tried to reflect bravery. This is what happens when I don't have my 'bodygards'. Bad thing there wasn't people around to stop this.
"I am Samantha, so you ask...'' I said raising one eyebrow. I was not going to get intimidated. No more!
"Argh! You little bitch!'' Carla gave me a slap on the face.
My face twisted to the side. I stared wide eyed at the floor.
Nobody, in my whole life, has slapped me.
My face felt like little fires danced over the skin. My eyes were almost overflowing with tears, but I had to hold them in. I wouldn't cry I front of Carla. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. Nop. Samantha, just don't cry.
I heard Brownie laugh at this.
Evil Brownie!
"You! You stole my Iny-poo from me! You bitch! Ugh! Why does he like you?" Carla said looking me up and down. She sneered. "You are a nobody! A nerd! What does he see in you?! He must only be with you for a bet!" She nodded to herself. "Yeah, that must be it. Maybe pity for you!'' She finished with a mocking tone.
I could almost hear her say this with a smirk. I looked up, indeed she was smirking. She continued while I stayed silenced.
''Maybe for his own satisfaction! There is no reason for him to like you! Ian belongs with me, not you. I am popular! Not you! You can only be compared to dirt..." She finished in a whisper.
That actually hurt more than the slap. I know I should not listen to her, but her words really ran deep.
I look at her and try to pull my arm away from her grasp, but she only tightened her grip and digged her pink nails into my arm.
Damn, they feel sharp. Is this what she does during her free time? Sharpen her nails?
"Did that slap hurt? Oh sorry, you deserve worse. I didn't quite do it hard enough!" Carla brought her hand up for another slap, but a pale hand took hers and twisted it behind her back.
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