CARLA
"What are you talking about?" I fought back my tears, with my hand on the spot where she hit me. It was stinging a lot.
Students piled up, already forming a crowd, taking photos and making videos. I hate moments like this the most. I hated being the center of attention. That was why I always avoided being on anyone's bad side.
"You don't know?" She scoffed, amidst tears. "You really don't know, or you're pretending not to know?!"
She yanked my hair, bumping me into the locker. Gasps and shrieks erupted in the hallways, as she viciously pinned my face against the locker.
I cried out in pain, but she only went harder on me.
"What the f**k do you think you're doing?!" Smith demanded. I wasn't looking at him to know how upset he was. But from his voice, I could tell he was almost
