Just a little story i wrote, if you want me to continue, review

The skinny girl who wears the baggy sweaters, and sports full out nerd glasses. I mean like they were twice the size of my eyes. I would get pushed into lockers, and have my arm full of 3 inch school books knock onto the floor as someone slammed there hand down on the top book.

When I got pushed into lockers, my reflex for my hands to go straight to my glasses, because they are like most prized possession and I didn't want them to get broken. And when my books were knocked out of my hands I would just kneel down, like I didn't care, and pick up my books. I would walk around carrying my books effortlessly, but I made it look like a struggle.

But there is something these asses don't know about me. The fact is, under those baggy sweaters, was a fashionable, smart, and well built young women. And I'd rather keep it the way it is; me being the victim.

The bell rang, and I let out a sigh of relief, but before I could even pick up my books some jocks walked down the row of seats, and the one in front, Brody, put his hands on my desk. "Sup, dork?" He gave me one of those weird sup motions with his head, tilting his chin upward quickly.

"Sup ass?" I say mimicking him giving him the same head jerk thing, with slight sass, "Now if you don't mind, I would like to get home." I said, sliding my books towards me and into my hands. When I was out the door, Brody leaned out of the door and yelled "Why, so you can go whore around?" I stopped, dead in my tracks, and so did everyone else. Their eyes as wide as dinner plates. That is when I lost it. Everyone expected for me run away, but instead I dropped my books. Erupting a loud smacked that echoed through the hallway, occupied with frozen students. Brody and hsi buddies were to busy laughing to even notice me take my sweater of. Underneath I had on a par of black yoga tight things, and a spaghetti strapped grey and white thin stripped tank top, that showed off my nicely toned arms, shoulders, and back. I whipped around and lunged at Brody, but he moved to the side, giving me just enough room to get behind him. When I was behind him, I grabbed his arm and held him an arm lock, then I pushed him on the floor. His face was to the side, and I was squatting very low, straddling his back. When he friends tried to advance on me, I whipped my head around, and growled. They must have seen the fire in my eyes, because they stopped dead.

Then I leaned forward and growled in Brody's ear, "What did you say?"

"I said, 'so you can go whore around.' what are you deft?"

"No," I smirked and got an evil mischievous look on my face, "But I am stronger than you, because," I sat up, my butt on his lower back, he tried to struggle out from under me, but I tightened my grip, "I got home every day, and work out. Push ups, boxing, cardio, my parents even hired me a private karate instructor. And if you think your football conditioning I hard, you should try my work out regiment." I pushed off his arms and my legs as I did a front walker over, over his head. I stood up brushed myself off, picked up my books, and walked out the school double doors, swaying my hips for emphasis. I sighed in content when I saw my motor-cycle in my hidden parking spot. I climbed on and when I was about ready to leave, I looked back at the school, and everyone, I mean like EVERYONE in the school was staring at me bewildered, shocked, then I looked at Brody's face, and I saw…..envy? Oh well, I shrugged it off, To one hand off the handle-pairs, flipped them the bird and drove away.

If you want me to continue I will.