KneelingAngel
Warrior of the Mighty One.
"Don't lie." November snarled. "I don't like liars and don't call me cute when you just let me win!"She grabbed her cap our of The dark haired girl's hand and put it on her head. "I don't need pity, I don't need reputation or fame or help or whatever, I want a really battle. I havent danced in 3 years and this is what I get?! I'd rather dance the tango with my ex then win like that! You still have something up your sleeve, I can see talent when I have it in front of me. So thank you for being kind, but no thanks." She rolled her shoulder and walked towards the exit. This was almost as humiliating as walking as a pregnant 17 year old. She bumped shoulders with some blond guy that she hadn't seen before, apologized quickly and left. She was shaking with anger, every time is was the same thing.
Once done with school, I am moving back home again. She kicked the tires of an innocent impala in her anger, growling even more as the alarm went off, but decided to keep walking anyways.
Once done with school, I am moving back home again. She kicked the tires of an innocent impala in her anger, growling even more as the alarm went off, but decided to keep walking anyways.