Based on a true story!
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Rogue was in her science class, reading while the other students finished up a packet. The teacher was walking around, helping people. In her opinion, he wasn't a good teacher. All the students did whatever they wanted; the class was roaring loud, but after a while Rogue learned to tune it out.
She sat near the door and always the first to leave once the bell allowed her to. Nearly all the talkative students were behind her and their friends constantly crowded her. She would just scoot up as far as she could and try to ignore them. Usually they left her alone.
So it surprised her when this blonde boy, whose name she could care less to know, came over and sat on her desk. She raised her head up from the book and saw his friend was beside him. Marking the page, she put the book down.
"Can Ah help you?" Rogue asked the one on her desk
"Yeah," He smirked at his cleverness, "You're from the south, right?" She gave him a look that screamed 'You're stupid, aren't you?'
He continued after running a hand through his blonde hair, "My buddy here was wondering if you could spell Mississippi with only one eye."
Thinking he meant the letter i, she confusedly uttered "Uh…"
"Oh! I can!" Another voice said from behind her; she suspected he was in on whatever this was. The boy closed one eye and spelled Mississippi.
"Correct!" They high fived each other and laughed at her outraged look. She stood up to punch their lights out and they all ran across the room; laughing like crazy.
THE NEXT DAY
She hated this class. Rogue decided as she stared at the clock; waiting for the hour to be over. The blonde boy was back over at her desk.
"Hey, I was wondering if you would spell Mississippi for me." He asked seriously, showing her the pen he had and the packet from yesterday
"Why don't you go ask your friend?" Rogue said harshly; mentally patting herself on the back for the extra coldness.
"Look, I'm sorry! Now really, how do you spell it?"
She rolled her eyes at his stupidness, "M-I-S-"
"I-T!" He yelled out laughing, "I asked you to spell it! Duh!" The people around her laughed at the childish prank. Rogue however was furious, so much so that one eye started twitching. She angrily stood up and stomped over to the teacher,
"Excuse me?"
"Yes Rogue?" The older teacher answered
"I need to leave before I kill someone. Can I go out into the hall?" Rogue glared in the direction of the group always in her personal space
"Boys, leave her alone!" He shouted across the room, then looked down at the Goth, "And go ahead."
"Thank you." She replied and went out the door. Rogue paced the hallway for a minute before lashing out and punching the wall. She felt that and watched amazed as red spots of blood went up around her knuckles; knowing that they would form a bruise after a few days. Throwing one more punch, she felt satisfied, for the moment, at the throbbing of her knuckles.