GAZELLE'S POV
Another day.
Shitty as fuck.
Laps to run.
Floors to clean.
Being tossed around by every fucking shitface I came across.
It was annoying, really, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Nothing to change it.
I packed the last set of dirt into the trash can and pulled it towards the back of the school.
As I emptied it into the incinerator, I heard footsteps behind me.
“You've got to be kidding me,” I muttered, turning over the second can.
“And the rabid dog is taking out the trash,” I heard.
The voice didn't ring a bell so I turned.
*Would you rather I take you out instead?” I asked. “It won't be so difficult since you're not quite different from garbage,” I said, and the priceless looks on their faces were everything, but I knew I was going to regret that.
“Are you talking to us?” The pink-haired stepped forward.
“Of course not. How could I? I was talking to the fool behind you,” I said and she turned to her other friend.
“Did you just call me a fool?” He
