AH I'M SO GOMEN GUYS. I really should be updating this a lot more than I should. Just that I've moved earlier in the month and right when I finished Camp NaNoWriMo had started so I was focusing on my original projects. But I finished that and settled in so I'm ready to update again.

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Casual warning: a little bit of language and a little violent, but nothing terrible

The pain flared all through my back as I hit the locker. I looked up as I saw the group of the girls looking down at me. I groaned at my luck. After participating in track practice I was getting cleaned up before being cornered by these girls.

My supposed fellow teammates.

I tried to steady myself up, but another shove kept me against the locker. I groaned at the pain as the metal of the locks dig against my back.

"What did I do?"

"You know." said the leader, "You think you can come in and squeeze yourself into his good graces. Not to some newbie."

I felt a yank on my head. I winced at the burning sensation on my scalp. They were pulling on my hair. Despite the pain, I was wondering what they were talking about. I've never tried to get into anyone's good graces.

Especially a gu-

"Wait. You mean Leona? You honestly think that I would do that? You are pretty stupid if you ask me."

Leona was the captain of the male's track team.

I had heard he was popular but not this bad. He had talked with me to give me some tips on bettering my run times. How could they misinterpret that?

Anyway, I felt my hair get yanked on harder. I guess they didn't like how I was speaking. I mustered up a neutral look at them. I wouldn't let them see that they are getting any emotion out of me. Maybe they'll get bored and leave me alone. Their leader looked at me, then to one of the other girls. They nodded before I felt myself getting lifted. Despite my struggling, their advantage was numbers. I was dragged to the showers and pushed in. Before I could react I felt the cold water fall on me. Everything on me was getting soaked. I involuntary shivered at how cold the water was beating on me.

They laughed.

"Ready to tell the truth now newbie?" they asked.

"I am. Why in the world would you think that Leona has his eyes on me?"

"I heard him intending to ask you to the formal." she explained, "After saying he wasn't taking anyone. It's all your fault newbie."

I was silent.

"Really?" was all I could say.

I was surprised. Not because of the intention. But because they are going to this extent because they were refused by this guy. I couldn't help a smile on my face. This was so juvenile. I was close to just laughing too. But I think they misinterpreted my smiling as satisfaction. I felt my hair getting yanked once more. I was really surprised that none of it was yanked out.

"You think this is funny? I don't know how he could see a freak like you anyway."

Freak?

In that moment, things changed. My face was instantly devoid of any emotion. They seemed so far away. 'Freak' was repeating in my head. Over and over and over again. I hated that word. Memories of my childhood weren't pleasant. Kids can cruel towards unusual things.

What's more unusual than blue hair?

I felt an emotion rise within me from it. I guess the word would be rage. I felt my fist tighten, the nails digging into my palms. I wound my arm back. I wasn't going to let them get away with calling me that.

"I'm not a freak you bitch!" I shouted.

Before I knew it, I swung at the leader to her face. I felt my fist collide with the bones. I thought I felt something give way under the blow. In that moment, I felt a kind of satisfaction. I didn't care I basically busted open a teammate. I pulled myself away from the other girls holding me. They were too shocked at what just happened to keep a firm grip. I went over to the leader that was on the ground. The feeling wouldn't quell after that one punch. So I kept on punching her. I wasn't sure how long it was, but I felt a hand on my arm. I blinked.

Once.

Twice.

I looked at my fist and noticed that it was bruised. Bruised with little splatters of blood. I just closed my eyes. Slowly I got up and walked away. I could hear people calling my name. I just kept walking, not responding. That moment brought something to me.

I knew that my current way of dealing with things wasn't going to work anymore.

Just a little bit of backstory to how my candy got her fighting tendencies.

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