“Get your hands off me!” I screamed as an unknown person held me from behind. I kicked him right where it hurt and he fell over clutching himself.

“See how you like being hurt!” I muttered, walking away from him quickly before he could run, though I doubted that whimpering coward could lay a finger on me.

“I’ll get you, bitch!”

And so he did.

Next day at school, a blonde athletic guy dragged himself into class.

“Sorry I’m late, miss.” He wheezed and glared at me as he pulled himself into a chair.

“Bad night?” I whispered mischievously, knowing full well that when you refused guys, well, they weren’t awfully pleased with you afterwards. Except this one obviously had his pride.

“Miss Katherine, would you like to stop flirting with Master Ron? I’m sure the class would like to get to Assembly…”the teacher hissed at me.

Ron stared at me, whispering and writing notes to his stupid air headed whores.

We all walked out to Assembly, and a lovely girl called Sally dug blood-red nails into my arm, causing me to wince.

“Touch him and you’re dead.” She whispered to me. I stood back onto her toes and she let out a scream of pain, allowing me to walk away.

All day through I had preppy little girls whispering love messages to me. Well, I certainly managed to make friends…