The raging animal in me slammed into my ribs, ripping my skin and it was dying to come out and pull this little boy into pieces.
With one look at his smirking face, I felt the bruises that I didn't have anymore and saw it play out in my head, out came the beast with a stunning white smile just for him.
It was smiling at him; it was in my piercing eyes and in my little smile as one little finger called him.
Swaying my body, making his eyes trailing down my red and white uniform and then he was only a fish in a hook.
Red lips puckered up and blond hair swinging, and he lets little old me drive the big bad car, stupid boy.
He starts to worry when we go over eighty; I just smile my little smile and go faster.
Red in my eyes as I tell him, why oh why he's been such a little bastard and what he's done to me a prefect little cheerleader.
I saw it in his eyes in his stuttering words and eat it up smile turning into a sneer.
I saw it coming before he did, big and prefect, should I shouldn't I? Oh! I should.
One second, one second of splitting pain and I was whole all over again but there he was in ribbons.
My eyes became me and the little frown was me, and the big and full heart was me.
What did I do? What did I do?
This wasn't me; this wasn't me, killing someone. He was far from innocent, but still he was a person and I shouldn't play God, I knew that or did I?
I pulled free from the window, his body in my shaking hands, watching the flames.
A cough and he was alive, he was alive one part of me hated it and the other part let out a breath of relief.
This was going to be a long night.