When the bully falls in love
‘‘We can’t intervene on arguments between siblings, the demon and his siter,’’ someone commented before laughter followed.
I looked up and literally roared looking for the person, I was going to kill someone or something today, I swear, I had had enough.
As soon as I was done roaring, more chorus and laugher followed as people began thumping the locker and singing fatdevil again.
I looked at the seat, one egg has a chick inside and I had obviously crushed it to death.
I was a killer. A psychotic killer without any remorse.
The other egg was a rotten one, giving that awful rotten smell away.
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