I was welcomed to stage by none other than sorry, not Jack Harrison, but his brother James Harrison. He helped me carry my gown smoothly, which was pretty kind or maybe flirty too. I was able to get a look from Jack Harrison; we didn't know if we were friends or just strangers who are scared to fall in love with each other. I have got my eye on you. Lana Del Ray was continuously playing in my head. Moving to the stage after a little bit of shaking under the podium, nobody could notice my body but my face, which was looking confident and bright. I was happy that nobody knew me before, and I was sad too that nobody knows how much it makes me wonder if I could have come forward and become a better person or if I just left the old me behind.
the labyrinth of confusion. I introduced myself as I was the "alpha," or the character of Batwoman. Nobody could imagine what was going inside me. I was filled with pride, and even I didn't know what went inside my soul when I started introducing myself. I was flawless. As soon as I was going back to my seat, I could see Alex and Emma clapping for me. Jack was bemused. After coming off stage, I noticed Jack was being the shade today—the grey vintage checked suit with a bulge. Of course I was just talking about the pistol; it was a frame that I had not seen before. I could notice an antique watch on his wrist, which was a little bit loose. I wasn't engrossed in Jack today, but I was into the buzz going on three seats away so we could spot two boys. My heart pounded when I overheard the whisper, "Do you know she was a classmate of mine?". If you are eyeing her, I must tell you I have felt that flesh a long, long ago. Go on, kid! She is for streets.".
My blood boiled up. I could notice myself scratching the seat. I stood up. Emma was holding me back; I wasn't. I was walking towards him with red eyes, dragging my hand into my clutch. I growled, "Stand up, let's go to the streets. What kind of flesh did you feed on? The one like your mother or like your sister or like the girls who reject loosers like you, and you know what? Even I feel sad for the womb you were born from. Half of the hall was quiet for a moment. Jack was rushing towards us, signaling his brother to continue. Jack walked towards us and asked, "What's the matter, kids? Do you want to be restated after a few minutes of your welcome?".
Josh raised his voice, "Please throw this lady out of here; she is trying to defame me and brother women like this belong to the department of "pick me up." xd you know ". Jack tore Josh's collar. Many seniors gathered to stop him, but nobody could touch Jack. Jack smashed Josh's jaw. "You little rat, I could carry you with just my whole hand and throw you from the spot; nobody remembers your existence." Now we were all welcome to Gordons. Josh tried to hit Jack on his chest, and the next...
Jack turned into something I had never imagined before, but something just stopped him. The tears falling from my eyes were smudged, and everything was ruined. My clutch fell with a cutter inside it. Jack was separated from Josh by his brother. "Jack, stop it here right now or wait for dad screwing you up after this moron, you will be shot." Jack didn't listen to anybody; he took my hand, snatching me to a corner. All he had on his face was wrathfullness. "Did he touch you?" .
I was in shame, distress,distress and rage. I said, Jack, stop. No now. H didn't." I AM not impure. I... . "Did he ever?"? "He did..." Jack! Jaacckkkk! What is it? I was standing in front of him, and he pulled me closer and made me feel his handgun. Along with that, I was close to his chest, and his chin was resting on my head. He got up in a second, just ignoring us for a moment. He was walking very fast with his big steps when he reached the hall. Josh's chair was empty. He was already sent to the hospital, and I could spot Jack's swollen jaw, which indeed was nothing to him. We all knew something would go off today.
We will be called at the office, but still, Jack wasn't scared at all; after all, he was raised by his fearless attorney mother. He picked up my cutter, and he smiled, "Do you cut dates with it?"? We all know dates aren't something to cut but rather to chew. The rust on this knife takes me back to the first day after being bullied in the girl's washroom and my thin hands. I blink my eyes. I don't know for what reason I hide that mark on my right hand—a straight white faded line. We were called tomorrow in the office. Emaa was in shock. Alex was running to us.