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Walk away

Move your feet, exit this piece of shit cafeteria, and go get high Chill out

Yeah, that’s what I’ll do

I keep walking, and I’h the door and away from the trouble I surely don’t need but can’t seem to escape

But of course, nothing in ht, the final step through the open door, the bitch decides she’s not done and runs her ain

“Maybe if she wasn’t such a slut her whorewith her new man”

The laughter echoes, growing louder until it wraps aroundme until I lose focus

I stop where I stand

My eyes haze, rage winning over the calm bravado I attempted to force myself into

“Trailer trash, bitch”

More laughs

And there it is, the push

Why do they always push?

Before anyone can stop ive a shit to, I snatch the closest tray off the nearest table and in one swift , smash it across the side of her face

The cheap red plastic breaks against her head and screa around me

Blood pours fro aze flying to mine I wait until our stares connect, then quickly kick her chair sideways Panic grows in her eyes as she crashes to the floor

There’s no tio

People scream, but no one dares to step closer to me The lunch lady calls for help and everyone rushes to the asshole on the floors side because she’s ‘the victiot physical first, but she started it What did she expect?

If you can’t take it, don’t dish it

And, yeah, the spat wasn’t a lie, ht trailer trash at its finest, I’ll admit it all day

But she doesn’t get to say it

And I sure as shit couldn’t let her get aith disrespecting me the way she did, publicly

Not sure how she ht- to keep my pride above all else

Apparently, that’s all a girl like me can control

So disrespect me not

“My office! Now!” Principal Folk screeches He doesn’t call me by naht red-handed - literally still holding half of the tray in my hand - as always

He probably kneasin here