"What were you doing yesterday morning?" she asked me.
I shrugged.
She slammed me up against my locker, causing me to wince. She leaned in close, her face a vicious snarl.
"Why don't you talk?" she growled lowly. Both of her hands were gripping my upper arms. I couldn't move, not an inch. For some reason, I felt a little panicky, something I had never really felt before in Elsa's presence. The way she was staring at me, the intensity of it...
I felt scared.
"Why don't you talk?!" she asked again, this time practically screaming. The noisy hallway around us ceased to make any sound, as everyone stopped to stare at us.
She glared at me, ignoring the spectators. "Well?"
I shrugged.
She punched me solidly in the nose, causing bursts of light to appear behind my eyes. I briefly felt a hot liquid run down my face, before I started falling.
The nurse later told me I was unconscious before I hit the ground.