I parked my bike in the stations outside the school. I locked it in place and walked towards the school. I put my stuff in my locker and went towards my class to get my things set. As I walked through the door, I felt a foot trip me.

“Oh, I’m sorry. My foot slipped,” said an over-sweet voice.
I growled under my breath and got up.
“Shara, I don’t think your foot slipped,” I said, stonily moving forward. Shara has absolutely HATED me ever since we were in kindergarten. What I did? Beats me, I guess she just enjoys humiliating me. Shara is tall, blonde and yes, pretty stupid.

“It was an accident!” Shara said. “Honest!”
“Cut the crap, Shara. Why do you always do this?” my fist clenched. There was a punch to my stomach.
“Your wrist moved forward too, right?” I gasped.
“I guess. My muscles are pretty slippery today,” Shara giggled.
“You little slut,” I growled. My stomach didn’t move, but the punch did hurt.
“What did you say?” she picked me up by my shirt.

“HEY!” said a strong voice. “What are you doin?”