butcherpuppy

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  "L-light.."

  Looking down at my hands I feel a wave of guilt and regret at pushing the little bck haired girl on the first day I met her in front of the cssroom doors.

  The almost feather like girl I just saved from falling down the stairs.

  She didn't even look slightly concerned about almost potentially being hurt.

  Tumbling down these stairs from this far up would have hurt most people, nevermind a small girl like her.

  My feet are grounded as my hands begin to shake as I look at them outstretched.

  For the first time in my entire life, I, Mikcheal Stowblock. Feel genuinely remorseful at my own actions.

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  Finally reaching the activity hall I wait with the teacher in an awkward silence as the rest of the css A students begin to catch up and slowly fill the open field.

  Taking a look behind me I look for the taller red haired kid that is trying to bully me but I don't see him and allow a small grin to appear on my face.

  Secretely hoping that some kind of karma has already taken him to death, I turn back around and focus on the teacher.

  "Okay css, go get changed in your respective locker rooms and meet back in here in 5 minutes pronto."

  Watching as the girls and boy seperate into 2 different lines, to what I assume is the male and female locker rooms I start to follow the boys.

  After around 5 steps I hear the teacher call from behind me.

  "M-miss.. *ehem*.. Student Anna the female locker room is in the other way, just follow the other students to reach it".

  I freeze as I realise... damnit.. this is going to be awkward.

  Finally reaching the female locker room I head inside with my eyes turned down towards the floor.

  As a form of respect to not breach these poor girls privacy.

  Standing inside the locker room awkwardly I look around for a locker with my name assigned to it before finally spotting it in the far back corner from the entrance.

  Making my way through the rows of lockers I make it to my personal locker undisturbed and find the school branded sportwear neatly hung up inside of the locker waiting for me.

  Absentmindedly undressing I slowly come to a stop as the previous murmerings of conversations has come to a complete standstill.

  Silence filled the previously gossip filled locker room.

  Peaking my head around the door of my locker to get a better look at what is happening I make uncomfortable eye contact with the blonde girl that was stalking me from before.

  Her face looks pale as she looks at me, looking around I notice the majority of the girls in the locker room share the same face.

  Sighing at my poor luck for being targetted by school bullies I give them a nervous small smile and go back to getting dressed in the sportwear uniform.

  Noticing a spot in the white bandaged forearm I previously tore open has become blood red I almost punch myself for forgetting to double wrap the bandages on the worser wounds in my initial morning hurry.

  A slight wave of diziness hits me from the ck of energy in my system I put my hand against the wall to the left of my locker and breath deeply before contuining to get dressed in the clothing.

  With my head still spinning I barely manage to dress myself slowly as I fight the slowly fading sensation.

  Now that I am fully dressed I awkwardly shuffle past the silent rows of varyingly levels of dressed girls and leave the locker room.

  Behind me the noises return almost immediately and I sigh for what seems like the 100th time today.

  Bullying a small girl is really ruthless...Girls are so scary.. I wanna go homeeee..

  Before leaving the locker room building I take a gnce at a mirror in the hallway before the entrance doorway and pause.

  A small bck haired girl stares back at me, my gaunt cheeks and bottomless eyes really make me look like a terminal patient.

  The whole look is barely helped by the academys uniform being short sleeved which seemed to emphasise my bandaged extremities.

  I slightly smile and cringe at the bad looking attempt, "whatever."

  Finally reaching the field, I stand still and wait with the other already dressed students and try my best to ignore the stares that are slowly beginning testing my patience.

  I make eye contact with the teacher after the rest of my cssmates arrive and it seems to kick him into high gear as he stutters before talking.

  "Okay css, just like yesterday I wan't to see 5 ps around this entire field. I don't care how long it takes you just get it done. Once you have done the ps you are free to whatever you want to do."

  I look around and notice this 'field' he is mentioning.. It looks endless.

  I can barely see the edge of the fence far in the distance of the back boundary and I swallow yet another sigh threatening to escape as I am left standing behind as all of the other students have already begun to jog at various different paces.

  Grunting to myself I take off in slow pace jog and immediately realise a bring problem.

  This body is exausted, that little 10 meter jog I just did through my initial determination seems to have zapped my energy.

  Gritting my teeth at this impossible task I tilt my head down and begin to run... well.. speedwalk?

  I guess its time to die in this life too.. Who would have thought this is how it would end hahaha.

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