Post by kirstygaskarth on Sept 26, 2011 1:14:51 GMT -8
Kirsty's fist came into contact with his face, again and again, her body felt like it was possessed. Not that she minded, the guy deserved it.
True, the boy hadn't exactly done much in anyone else's eyes, he'd bumped into her as she walked from the school into the parking lot. She hated to be bumped.
By now his face looked a little like spaghetti bolognese, and that was how she knew she'd gone too far. Releasing his long blond hair she pushed him to the ground, childlike whimpers emanating from his general direction as she straightened up.
Looking down at herself, the first thing Kirsty noticed was the blood now staining her torn white vest, any normal person would have been annoyed or possibly worried, but Kirsty liked it, she liked the aftermath of a fight.
As she picked up her bag, she also discovered her discarded cigarette a few feet away, still alight. She picked it up and popped it back in her mouth, then strolled away casually.
True, the boy hadn't exactly done much in anyone else's eyes, he'd bumped into her as she walked from the school into the parking lot. She hated to be bumped.
By now his face looked a little like spaghetti bolognese, and that was how she knew she'd gone too far. Releasing his long blond hair she pushed him to the ground, childlike whimpers emanating from his general direction as she straightened up.
Looking down at herself, the first thing Kirsty noticed was the blood now staining her torn white vest, any normal person would have been annoyed or possibly worried, but Kirsty liked it, she liked the aftermath of a fight.
As she picked up her bag, she also discovered her discarded cigarette a few feet away, still alight. She picked it up and popped it back in her mouth, then strolled away casually.
