I walked around the corner.
I was getting closer to school and dreading it by the second.
There she was, with a grin on her face, her gang sourrounding her.
I tried to creep past her, but she saw me. A kinfe shone in her hand.
Her group of tough girls were behind her.
She walked over to me and held the knife to my throat.
She was about to cut me.
But I sqealed and sqealed until she couldn’t take the noise any longer.
“let the pathetic wimp go and cry in a corner!” she said.
She dropped the knife on the floor and walked away, her gang following her.
I saw the knife glistening on the floor, I picked it up.
The knife was in my hand now.
I crept down the corridor and I could see the girls a few metres in front of me.
Time to sort them out after all these years… I turned around and went into the room.
There was a friendly councillor in the room and thats’ when I knew everything was going to be ok…