Through the decrepit, middle school, locker room mirrors, I could see her brawny figure standing behind me, her face replete with exasperation. The smell of her musk camouflaged by cheap perfume became more distinct as she walked towards me. As I turned away from the mirror to avoid sharing the narrow area with my antagonizer, I bumped into her. I apologized quickly, trepidation present in my voice. Evidently, that was not enough. When she she began to extend her arms to grab hold of my body, I felt a rush of adrenaline but I could not escape before she grabbed hold of my shoulders and threw me onto the stone walls. My body collapsed and my head hit the floor. The discomfort my head endured was unbearable and tears of pain and weakness slowly rolled down my cheeks as she made her way towards me.
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Her body towered over mine and she looked at me as if she was a lion, gazing over its prey, before she devoured it. She held rage and power in her first and plunged it into my chest; the pain was torturous. Another relentless blow landed on my face causing me to bleed. Crimson red blood splattered on my white shirt created an unorthodox mural. I laid there defenseless as the pitiless artist painted blue and purple paintings all over my body and thought about the principles my parents had put before me. Anything that could help me in a time like
Her body towered over mine and she looked at me as if she was a lion, gazing over its prey, before she devoured it. She held rage and power in her first and plunged it into my chest; the pain was torturous. Another relentless blow landed on my face causing me to bleed. Crimson red blood splattered on my white shirt created an unorthodox mural. I laid there defenseless as the pitiless artist painted blue and purple paintings all over my body and thought about the principles my parents had put before me. Anything that could help me in a time like