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| It did not matter to her, she was free. |
(Content warning: Assualt)
This time kei wanted the bully to leave her alone. No belt was going to hold her back.
"Look at the girl! In her trackies, what? A tra-"
This time it was a kiddie grapple tossle. Raw fight and flight rage that was brewing, right to her centre. Pain was not the end as she overwhelmed to kid with the thrasing. Sick of all the molestation of simply wearing sweatpants.
The chorus of a fight by school yard erupted as it escalated. Animalism the code of law for the bird. She did not care when she was pulled away and dragged from the kid. Yet blood recollected from her right thumb talon.
Soft and squishy. It was until that puncture of the eyeball did the monitor finally respond.
The shouting and enforcement did not matter, it was at that time. Taking matters into her own hands was so that she was gone.
Gone and expelled. She did her best.