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My name is Alexander Blake. I'm 17 at Goode High School. I have brown hair and baby blue eyes.

There's a girl in my school. Her name is Reyna. Non one at school knows her last name *cough, I didn't want to spell it, cough*. But she wears the stupidest clothes. I mean, she's cute, yeah. She has a Hispanic complexion, sleek black hair that's usually braided, obsidian eyes, and a great poker face. But her clothes.

I'm no fashionista, but I'm pretty sure a cloak and tattoo are appropriate for school. ToA never happened. The tattoo is weird. It doesn't look like a regular tattoo, just ink on your skin. It looks like it was burned onto her skin. The tattoo itself was even weirder: a sword and torch crossed with 4 lines underneath. What?

The cloak is weird too. It's dark purple and it looks soft and flexible but if you try and touch it, which some stupid guy did, it feels like iron. Strong and sturdy.

Now, I'm not usually the kind to bully. I swear. But extreme circumstances call for extreme measures.

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"Hey, Reyna." She turned around slowly.

"Yes?" The tone of her voice made it clear she thought she had better things to do.

"I was just wondering why you dress so weird." My tone implied I was being nice, but it was obvious I was faking it.

She looked into my eyes. I mean, she was looking into my eyes before but now she was staring into my soul.

She stepped closer as I stepped back. She glared at me. My inner body was cowering and begging for mercy.

What should I do?!

1) Talkback- nope, not dying today

2) Get down on my knees and shout 'I'm not worthy!' and hope she spares me- nah. At least I have SOME dignity left who's gonna tell him?

3) Let it run its course- I guess.

She grabbed for my wrist and squeezed it so hard I was sure she had cut off my circulation. Then she flipped me.

She judo-flipped me.

If you've never gotten judo-flipped, consider yourself lucky. There's a thought process that you go through.

Standing on the ground when the person has your wrist: What are they doing?

In the air: How? Wha? Damn, they're strong.

On the ground, again, but on your back: Oof. Who took up all the air?

I was on the last step when the whole student body Oooohh-ed. Not the Ooooh when someone gets roasted, the Oooh when someone gets hurt in a fight or something on TV.

I thought I heard Reyna mutter something like 'Thank you, Annabeth'. I couldn't think about that for long, though. My back was killing me.

Reyna but her boot- yeah. Boot.- one my chest and leaned down.

"Don't mess with me again. I'd be glad to feed you to my dogs."

I don't know what "dogs" she was talking about, but I imagined huge, savage dogs that could rip me apart and bash in my brain.

I gulped in air.

"O-okay. Ok."

"Good," she got off of me and walked out.

That's how I learned that, yeah, Reyna dresses weird. But you have to think that in your head and keep those thoughts in your head.

Thank God for Grammarly.

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