I’m not saying I feel great about it.
It’s not that I really wanted to, it’s just..
..he like, asked for it, ya know?

He was doubled over in pain, but I didn’t kick him that hard. Sure, it was where it hurt, but how much pain could that cause, anyway? I very easily could’ve kicked him in the face, or something, instead. Maybe stomped his foot with my heel.

That probably would’ve been better.
Hmm.

People were definitely staring now. Most of them laughing at him and/or applauding me. Nobody was on his side. Which kind of made me feel bad.

Kind of.
Well..
..yeah, just kind of.

For my audience, I didn’t smile. Instead, with a cold stare and a final flip of my hair, I turned on my heel and walked into homeroom.