Emma walked through the school, keeping her head down. She hated school, and loved hearing the bell ring more than anything else in the world. Meanwhile, she just avoided contact with anyone, unless necessary. She was the kind that hated talking, but knew how to pick a fight. So instead of making conversation, she only talked when someone frustrated her. As she walked, someone, probably a cheerleader, bumped right into her. This girl was tall, but that wasn't a problem for Emma, who was almost 5'8. "Watch where you're going!" She growled, her dark brown eyes narrowing. "Watch where you're standing." the girl remarked back. Yes, definitely a cheerleader. "I suggest you do that." Emma said, raising an eyebrow. The other girl rolled her eyes. Oh, it is SO on, thought Emma. 'This isn't over." she grumbled before walking into her classroom and sitting in her seat by the back.
The bell rang for the last class. Emma made her way through the crowd. She finally got out of the mass of people by going behind the school, into the empty courtyard. Well, she thought it was empty. She was unaware of the person behind her. "I think your little unfinished business is about to be over." Someone taunted. Emma turned around to see the girl she had threatened earlier. Before she had time to react, the girl has thrown Emma against the wall. She fell, but got back girl threw herself into Emma, who hit the wall again. She was pinned by an angry girl, one who probably had no experience fighting. Emma kicked her in the stomach. The girl stumbled back and tripped. then Emma kicked the girl's knee, breaking it. Then she grabbed the girl by the shirt and threw her at the wall. The girl coughed out blood. Emma growled. "Be more careful next time, got it?" she said. The girl coughed up more blood. Emma shrugged and started home, ignoring the fact that it was dark already.
As soon as Emma got home, she treated her bruises, cuts, and scrapes. The wounds were no problem, it was her parents' behavior that bothered her. He mother treated her wounds like the norm, not caring that her daughter was hurt, and her father didn't even notice. As soon as her wounds were treated, she went to her room and emptied her backpack in a fit of anger. She was NEVER going back there! She'd been bullied, beaten up, and hurt for who knows how long, and she'd had enough. She rummaged around through the pile until she'd found the dagger she'd secretly bought and always carried around for protection. She threw it at the cork-board hanging on her wall. It hit a paper and stuck in there. She walked over to the board and pulled out her dagger. Then she looked at the paper she hit. It was for a Masquerade at school in five days. Everyone will be there, she thought. She smiled.
