It hurt. BAD . The pain searing through my whole arm was like fire. I think I BROKE two of my fingers. STUPID CHARLIE AND HIS STUPID PERFECT AND FREAKISHLY HARD FACE .
I balled up my other hand, and, trying not to cry, punched his stomach. He didn’t even flinch. The same feeling took over my other arm. There goes three more fingers! This time, I couldn’t hold back. I fell to the ground, my hands by my heart, and cried.
“Good job,” Charlie said as he picked up my long body and strode toward the nurse’s office, Amanda in tow.