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    The sound of the school bell ringing brought me to my feet as I brushed my clothes off, straightening my hoodie that was hanging loosely from my petite frame. It was my first day at this school and I must admit that the anxiety was biting me in the *ss. Making friends and learning new schedules has never been my thing, especially since I was actually mute. Almost everyone who tries to speak to me without knowing about me being mute takes it as me being rude and either hits me, curses at me, or storms away. Shaking my head, I forced the sour thoughts from my head as I glanced over to the principal and my mother, the two currently wrapping up their conversation.


    "Well it was nice talking to you, ma'am. I'm sure your daughter will make plenty of friends here! If either you or your daughter have any issues don't forget that i'm always open for chatting." The man's tone was welcoming and friendly, which somewhat surprised me due to the fact that he was a good 6'3" and slender, his facial hair taking up most of his face. He looked as if he'd be the very secluded type or at least the type that hated children of all ages, especially teenagers. "Thanks for taking your time to speak with me! I'm sure my daughter will be fine and have no issues, especially if your staff is as nice as you! Anyways, I'm sure my daughter has classes to get to so I better be on my way. It was nice talking to you, Mr. Sanders." Hand extending, the two shook hands with friendly smiles before my daughter said her partings. As she passed by me she pecked my cheek lovingly and wished me luck, leaving me in the hallway with this so called Mr. Sanders.


    "I will show you to your class, Ms. Belle. You will be attending Gym for first period. Terrible, right?" The tall man made his way to me with a friendly smile, his hand extending and offering me a sheet of paper which I assumed to be my schedule. I took it after a moment, my anxiety more than obvious as I stuffed it into my pocket quickly. My gaze quickly snapped to the ground as I sheepishly shuffled my feet, my head giving a short and anxious nod. I almost thought that he didn't notice it but not even seconds later he chuckles, gently patting my back before motioning with his hand for me to follow as he began to walk down the now empty hallway. My fingers fiddled as we made our way down the hall and outside to the gym, Mr. Sanders opening the door for me as we finally arrived at the large separate building. "Hello coach Wells and coach Dixon. This is our new student, Ms. Quinn Belle. She will be in your first period class from now on and I ask that the whole class treats her kindly and with respect. Ms. Belle is unable to communicate verbally but she is fully aware of what everyone says and I ask that you treat her like normal. Now, if you excuse me, I have some papers to do. I hope you enjoy your stay at Falcon's High. It was a pleasure meeting you." With another single pat to my back and wide smile he turned, making his way out of the gym almost as quickly as we made it in. It was then I noticed all the eyes on me and the small mutters. Well crap.


    "Well, Ms. Belle, it is a true pleasure to have you as a new addition to my class but I'm afraid we have no free time for today. Is any student willing to take Ms. Belle here under their wing for the next day or two? Show her around the school and make her feel right at home?" The lady, who I assumed to be 'coach Wells', spoke up as her eyes scanned the room for any takers. I frowned slightly as the class remained silent, not a single student making a move until a single hand raised. I sighed inwardly, making my way over to that singles student. I didn't bother looking up right away, my fingers shyly working against a piece of paper as I used my pen to write a single word. 'Hello.'


    // Just jump on in with a small character description and post reply! Also, I ask that your character is well known. This can be good or bad, though I'd prefer for them to be a rebel or something of that sort.


    QUINN J. BELLE: Quinn is a rather quiet and sheepish girl who stands at 5'2" and has mid back length curly pastel blue hair. Her eyes are round and doe shaped, her irises light brown. She often wears baggy clothes or hoodies and skinny jeans. She is also in 11th grade and medically mute.


    OOc:
    Hi :)


    ASHELY WETHER: Ashely stands at 5'7" and is one of those girls who makes sure she will punch them for commenting harshly about her. She is one of the better known girls in the school simply for her more... Motherly attitude at times and then her complexly bat-crap crazy attitude the next. She is average weight and pale with reddish hair and brown eyes. Often times she wears skinny jeans and a tee-shirt. Grade: 12


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    I watched quietly as a new student came in with the principal... What's-his-name. Not that I would even remember it anyway; I had no cause to remember it unles I were to be in the office every day for a week (which, of course, has never happened). Unable to speak then? She looked kinda mousey as she went to Wells and Dixon, the principal telling us to 'treat her normally'.


    Like we were planning on burning her at a stake for being mute.


    The mute girl didn't say anything, shuffling her feet shyly as Wells decided to ask for someone to show her around. It wasn't the whispering about who wanted to help her that annoyed me. It was the whispering about the girl's appearance and how she was 'different'. A couple of boys sniggered behind me and I turned to face them. Freshmen, I knew it... "Do you have something you wanna say about her?" I hissed, earning wide-eyed stares.


    One of them shook his head franticly and I smirked, "Good..." Then I shot my hand into the air. This girl needed showed around and she was gonna need some sort of friend, whether or not she knew it.


    We had a couple of students who had come in before, unable to see or hear, and it was always the same; they were treated like outsiders. Not this time. I wouldn't let this girl get beaten up for not being able to talk.


    The mousy girl came closer and I was able to see that she had indeed dyed her hair. I had thought it was the light shining, but it was blue... 'Hello' she wrote, earning a wry smile, "Hey. I'm Ashely, Ashly Wether. You can call me Ash."


    // hey hey! c:


    I could feel a pink hue brush over my cheeks as she gave a wry smile and offered her name and what I could call her. She seemed nice so maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I thought? Allowing my gaze to pull up to her's, I offered a sheepish grin. I took a moment to scribble a few words in messy print, hoping it was legible as I allowed her to read it. 'That's a pretty name. You can just call me Q.' I never understood as to why my parents chose such a name but I never questioned it, only went with the flow as I grew up.


    "Alright class! Today we're going to play a round of dodge ball by popular demand. You all know the rules so let's just get right into this. I want all freshmen and sophomores on the left and all juniors and seniors to the right! No complaining, just do what I say!" I was snapped from my small haze of comfort to hear coach Dixon yelling out commands, his hands flying in the hair as he directed the students to their proper sides. It didn't seem fair age wise but by the looks of it there was less seniors and juniors, giving the younger students some leeway. It took me a moment to realize the full situation, a inward groan escaping in my head as I registered what we were doing. Dodge ball. God, cliche much?



    "Yeahhh! Let's destroy some people!" I glanced over to see a freshmen pumping his first in the air with a toothy grin, causing my to roll my dark eyes at his comment. This is why I hated gym and always would. Not only that but it didn't allow for writing so I had the downfall of not being able to even speak. 'Guess I better put my stuff up.' I scribbled down onto the paper, making sure she had read it before I quickly jogged over to the bleachers. Placing down the notebook and pen, I allowed my fingers to tug through my hair nervously before I turned back and headed into the crowd of seniors and juniors. I could feel a few of the large students bumping into me as I attempted to somewhat hide within the crowd, watching between the students as they lined up the balls in the middle of the court. God, just kill me now.








    Q. I could do that, "Thanks." I answered, offering a bit of a smirk to her before Dixon decided to speak. Great, dodgeball. I'll be able to give those punks a taste of what they deserved... Now, I didn't often enjoy beating up people, but with dodgeball... All was fair. As long as I didn't pin them to strike them, we're fine. I glanced at Q as she raced off, nodding a bit at her.


    She didn't enjoy being around people. She didn't like being with groups. I frowned a bit before looking at the freshmen and sophomores. Yeah, they'd hit her in a heartbeat... "Hey, Q, over here." I said, waving her over. I saw she was trying to hide and moved to her, lightly gripping her wrist, "Come stand by me. They won't dare hit you. I promise." I could see that group of boys whispering to one another and I smirked a little more as they lanced at us. So, that was how we were going to play, hm? "Do you trust me enough, Q?" I asked, glancing at her and cocking an eyebrow, "They won't hit you. Promise. Just stay over here with me."


    I didn't blame her for not enjoying dodgeball or people; both really did suck... I glanced over a the bleachers, seeing she had set her notebook and pen down. She couldn't write... Talk. Probably another thing she was nervous about. Maybe I should learn sign language. Did she speak it? Was it bad I assumed she did? Oh well... I took my gaze from her and watched the kids milling around anxiously. I'd get a ball eventually, but... Until then...


    The idiotic boys were finally unclumped and I could see they were eying Q and I. They wouldn't dare; they knew what would happen. I had thought they ha at least some brains, but apparently not...


    I felt my cheeks burn hot as she gripped my wrist lightly, speaking to me while obviously glaring down the freshmen boys that were returning the stares. It was either her or the group of larger students that would probably accidentally trample me alive. Giving in, I gave a tiny nod as I nervously ducked behind her slightly. I hid half of my body behind her, peering around her arm nervously as I noticed the now completely obvious stares we got. I could tell that those boys had a target, which was either me or her. Probably even both.


    "Okay! When the buzzer goes off you guys know what to do! Play fair, have fun, and absolutely no purposeful head shots!" Stepping back, Dixon quickly went to the side lines alongside Wells just in case. By the looks of all the students, mostly boys, once that buzzer went off it would be on like hell. My free hand instantly went to grip the back of her shirt slightly, shoulders tensing slightly as I watched the freshmen boy ready themselves.


    "Ready... Set... Go!" A loud buzzer rung through the gym as students began to rush for the balls, my eyes darting from person to person as people fought for the red yet somewhat powerful balls. I felt my mouth crack open slightly only to shut, having to remind myself that I couldn't even talk. It was like I didn't know sometimes and it was definitely annoying, my mouth working for the words but my vocals still.










    I wasn't phased by the girl's hesitance, offering a faint smile as she shifted behind me and watched around my arm. Crossing my arms, I stared down the freshmen. They were staring at us still... They were going to try. One of the boys managed to get a dodgeball and lobed it at us, his triumphant grin fading away as I caught it in both hands. Then I gave a wicked grin, the other two boys staring at me in horror as I carefully removed Q from me and the lobbed the ball at them. They began to run and I nailed one in the back, sending him with a squawk of fright to the ground. Then I returned to my post in front of Q.


    A few of the seniors snickered as the freshmen and sophomores got picked off, and I simply watched, "You still good?" I asked, knowing I'd only get a nod as I stood there. You see, I had gotten this game figured out. Play if needed, watch when not. All the good players would pick each other off and then there'd be the kids who tried to get out purposefully. Then it was easy enough to get rid of them as they'd be pelted by everyone else. I had played this game too many times to wonder what to do.


    There were some other girls hanging out in the back of their side, gossiping and curling up as though to shield their faces. I had no idea how they managed to keep from being nailed, but I didn't ask. It was about the same all around with the people who were in till the end... I kept watching the boys, knowing someone on that side would try to hit Q or me.


    I gave a shushed giggle as I watched her send the freshmen flying, causing a small grin to plaster onto my lips. I only made a silent nod of my head as she asked if I was still good, my hand instantly going back to her shirt where I once again gripped it slightly. I could tell the game would slowly come to a end after a few moments, most of the excited players chipping each other off by the milliseconds.


    "Quinn! Get yourself out there girly!" I heard Wells snap out as she blew her whistle at me, only earning a small scowl. I felt my feet trudge as I managed to peek out from behind her quickly, kicking a ball that had rolled by our feet before quickly ducking back behind her. I heard the coach give a small but annoyed groan, though she decided to brush it off and quickly went back to the other students.


    "Hey! That's not fair! You can't hide her like that! Come on, let her play by herself!" My gaze quickly swerved onto one of the freshmen boys as he called out to Ash, a look of obvious annoyance glued to his face as he held a ball tightly. He glared at me as I shook my head, huffing stubbornly at his calls. I didn't want to play so he could go suck it. "Oh come, stop hiding!" He called out once again, chucking a ball to Ash's side in attempt to finally touch my shoulder. I hid back behind the girl with ease, getting on my tippy toes to glance over her shoulder. I stuck my tongue out to the boy, earning a loud and angry yell.










    I couldn't help a smirk when I heard Q giggle behind me, glancing at Wells, "She's only doing what the sophomore girls over there are doing." I pointed out, staring the teacher down, "She's not breaking any rules." Well, if the coach was going to tell Q to do stuff, you'd bet that I was going to draw her attention elsewhere.... Besides, it wasn't fair, expecting a girl who had just gotten here to let those jerkwads pelt her with questionally safe balls. I stood my ground, glancing back at Q, "Ignore her. She doesn't do anything but yell." I said softly, rolling my eyes and smirking. Then I heard the freshman. He did want to hit her, didn't he?


    I could tell Q was just refusing his calls and he finally threw a dodgeball at her, us. It hit the back wall and then the floor, and I stooped swiftly to get it. By now, there were few people on either side. I glanced at Q before throwing the dodgeball back at the boy, aiming for his knees. I had a feeling he was going to pull some B.S. move and 'catch' it in order to get me out of the game, and I almost dared him, "If he makes me get out, they won't be able to hit your torso. You're, not offense, kinda short so they're gonna either miss you or hit your knees." I said lightly, "I'm thinking you're fast though, so you should be fine either way."


    Another dodgeball came our way and I picked it up, "Wanna throw it?" I asked, watching the battlefield and offering the ball to the girl behind me.





    I glanced at the ball as she offered it to me, shying away from it for a moment. I knew she was right about being fast since I have always been quick on my feet but it was still frightening. After a moment of shying away I just nodded, sheepishly taking the ball from her as I held it, unsure. I had rather weak arms and throwing balls wasn't my strong suite but hey, maybe it was worth the try. Taking a deep breath, I shuffled to glance at the other side. Gripping the ball tightly, I then threw it over to the other side. I watched as the ball landed only feet from one of the other freshmen boys, earning a laugh of amusement. He snickered, picking up the ball quickly. Almost instantly I found myself rushing to hide behind Ash, just in time to dodge the ball as it went flying past, level to where it would possibly even hit my head. Gosh, these boys were trying really hard to make some foul hits.


    "Alright you guys, start calming down! There's only a few players left in this game so after this you either have the choice to hang out or play another game. Only this game is mandatory, though." Coach Dixon blew his whistle loudly as Wells announced what their next options were, relief pooling through me. I didn't have to play another game. Thank the lords. Hopefully Ash didn't want another one either, since I must admit that I want someone to talk to while sitting out. It was nice to have someone this friendly, or something who was at least willing to put up with me. A lot of people either hate me, tease me, or ignore me. I guess I got lucky with this Ash girl.


    Shaking my head, I gave a gentle tug to the girl's shirt as I glanced up at her. The game was slowly starting to calm, though a few of the boys were still staring and muttering sourly. Raising my hand, I pointed towards the bleacher that my notebook rested on. Hopefully she understood what I wanted, especially since I really couldn't verbally express that.


    I gave a reassuring smile, "Go ahead." I said, watching her. She didn't have much arm strength but... The boy picked up the ball and sent it reeling towards us, nearly hitting Q. That made my angry. I picked up a dodgeball and threw it at him, aiming for the chest at very least. Softball. It was just like softball; aim for the mit and throw as hard as you can. Well, not quite, but that's how I thought of it. I grabbed a second ball and threw it at the waist of the boy who had taunted Q, the same tactic as before.


    Dixon desided to talk and we were free to do whatever, which was great. I glanced at Q as she tugged on my shirt, looking up at her, "You wanna go hang out? I'm game. Anything to get away from those jerks." I said. I looked over at the boys, frowning at them and picking up a dodge ball just in case, "As soon as the game ends we can go sit; Wells and Dixon kind of... Well, they're a bit stiff about ending early." I forced a smile at that before throwing a dodgeball at one of the boys, my eyes steely. They tried to hurt Q. I had decided I was gonna help her through school while I was here, and that meant that anyone who messed with her messed with me... And these punk freshmen were going to learn quickly you didn't mess with Ashley Wether.


    Right now, I was just waiting for the game to end. I was sick and tired of these idiots and I was ready to just sit down...


    I gave a small nod at her comment, understanding her reasoning. Wells and Dixon didn't seem to friendly about ending games early so I could easily believe that. I decided to keep behind her until they ended the game, my hands gripping at her shirt just as before. I waited and waited, just wishing for the game to end then and there. God, why were these games so long?!


    "Alright, alright! That's game! Juniors and Seniors win this game! You are now all free to either join this next game or sit out!" I felt relief rush through my as Wells announced that we could finally sit out, a giddy look sparking into my round orbs. Finally. Grabbing her hand sheepishly, I gave it a tiny tug in the direction of my notebook and pen. I quickly led her over to it, sitting down and snatching up my belongs. Almost instantly I began to scribble word after word onto the paper, biting my lip slightly as I furrowed my eyebrows.


    'Sorry about clinging to you like that. I have a pretty bad history with dodgeball and gym in general.' I nudged the paper over to her, waiting for her to read it as I began to rub the back of my neck sheepishly. I was usually the target that got hit in the head, only because I couldn't testify against it. My past gym teachers didn't care much about giving me attention, especially my notebook I wrote in. I also knew sign language but it wasn't like they knew that either.











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    I glanced at her when the game ended, allowing Q to grab my hand and plull me to the bleachers where her paper and pen waited. She began to write and I eased myself into the seat beside her, carefully watching the field in case a rouge ball flew towards us. It took a few minutes before she finally passed me a paper, and I took it. A bad history with gym and dodgeball? Sounded pretty much like everyone's high school career, "No problem. Don't worry about it, really." I answered, passing the paper back to her and eying her.


    "Do you know sign language? I guess, do you prefer sign language or writing? I know, like, three words, but I could learn more if you'd rather sign to me."


    I glanced back at the field and then Q, leaning agains the bleachers behind me and watching her, "I take it you're... a junior?" I asked, studying her. She was mousy, wasn't she? Probably the fact she couldn't talk but still. I shifted and then propped my arms on my knees, peering at her once more, "What school did you come from?"

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    I bit my lip as she suggested sign language, thoughts streaming through my head. Personally I preferred it over writing since my hands got sore after so much but I didn't want to make her feel as if she needed to learn more. It was my issue, not her's. Glancing back down, I quickly began to scribble words on the paper once again.


    'I prefer sign language over writing but you don't have to learn more because of me. I'd hate to be a burden. And yeah, i'm a junior. I came from a high school up in New York. I didn't go much because people picked on me a lot, though.' I handed her the sheet that held my confession. I usually didn't like speaking about my past, especially being picked on, but I assumed she could guess it either way. I mean, why else wouldn't I go? I was perfectly healthy besides for my social standing.


    'My mom didn't want to put me into online schooling because apparently I already lack social connections. She wanted me to try this school before I dive into any online schools.' I scribbled onto a new sheet, handing that to her as I rubbed my neck. I had wanted online schooling since it didn't require being social but I guess my mom was right. I felt a lot better with social interactions, no matter how small.

    I glanced at the girl, "You're not being a burden. This is me being who I am. Maybe you could teach me sign language?" I replied gently, "You ask anyone in this school who Ashely Wether is and they'll tell you that I'm the crazy mother hen; I do what I need to in order to protect the people that I know, and you're one of those people. I'd like to learn sign language for my own sake. Being able to talk to you is a benifite." I said gently, "Besides, I've a feeling that your hands get really tired after writing so much." I red her second sheet and glanced at her, giving a faint smile.


    "Online school isn't all it's cut out to be; it's really boring. More than boring. I don't know what exactly is more than boring other than online school." I said, watching her quietly and leaning back, "Hopefully you'll find that you enjoy it here. It's only your first day... And you're stuck with me showing you around." I ginned a bit, "Do you have your schedual? I can tel you about your teachers if you'd like."


    I glanced down at her comments, a bit shy at how friendly she was being. I knew she was friendly but why was she being this friendly? To some strange student non the less. I glanced back up to her after a second, deciding what to say before quickly scribbling on the sheet of paper.


    'If you want... I mean, I don't want you to do something like that because of me. It's my issue so I can be the one to deal with it. I get a bit tired but it's something i'll have to get used to anyways.' I handed her the sheet of paper before nodding, digging into my pocket and pulling out my schedule. I opened it up, glancing over it before sheepishly handing it over also. I wouldn't pass with learning a bit about my teachers before hand, just so I didn't make a fool out of myself as usual.


    "Hey, you, Quinn girl. Next time you hide like a little kid like that i'll make sure it won't be something to forget." My head snapped to face a freshmen boy, the one that had called me out earlier. Almost instantly I backed up slightly, closer to Ash as I scowled. He popped his knuckles, staring at me for a good moment before glancing at Ash. "Why are you protecting her?! It isn't like you protected any other new student. Just because she can't talk doesn't make her physically disabled!" He barked to Ash as he dared to stare her down, not even considering the outcome. He scowled at her.









    I watched Q quietly, gazing at her, "It's not because of you." I answered, "I honestly want to learn." I watched her pull out her schedual and looked it over. Yup, a bunch of boring classes, "THese two drone on. This one has all of the notes prewritten, so if you can't learn by hearing then you're kinda screwed." I began, pointing out the various classes as I told her about them.
    Then he decided to speak.


    I didn't even need to look up to know who it was, "Listen, kid, you leave her alone, how about that. You stop picking on her and you go play with your friends like a good little boy." I said, finally lifting my head to stare at him, "The other students didn't need my protecting, you know why? Because the coaches had them sit out as soon as they looked uncomfortable. They didn't even spare a glance at Quinn." I hissed, standing up, "I suggest you leave both of us alone before I make sure it's someething you don't forget."


    I knew people were watching us; the only voices were the coaches talking about some lame game we were supposed to ply tomorrow. A couple of juniors shifted, "Hey, Freshmeat, you'd better leave them alone."


    I frowned, watching as the boy narrowed his eyes at Ash. He didn't seem to back down right away, ignoring the juniors as he clenched his fists slightly. His gaze snapped from me to Ash and back to me before he relaxed. "Fine, but only because you're around. If I see her around i'll make sure to teach her a lesson." With that said he quickly turned, jogging back to his friends who all snickered happily.


    I glanced at my lap awkwardly. I felt like a toddler having to be watched, Ash keeping away the other bully toddlers. He was right about me being mute and how it didn't physically ruin me. I could easily fight him and of course lose like anyone else. I wouldn't lose because of being mute, though. Only because I was physically weak. I then began to scribble on the paper once more, handing it to her.


    'You don't have to stand up for me like that. I can handle my own problems, even if it means I won't win.' It read, my gaze shifting as I waited for her to reply. I tucked my hands into my pockets, watching her carefully as I attempted to ignore the staring and junior comments.









    I clenched my own fists, cracking my knuckles, before he backed down, "Try it and see what happens." I snarled. I didn't look at Quinn, knowing that she was looking down. I didn't need to look at her to see that she felt like she couldn't do anything, and that she felt like I was always watching her like a mother and her child.


    Taking the paper, I read it before handing it back, "I was in your place once, Quinn, and no one helped me. And it hurt." I said softly, "If you want me to stop, I will but... You don't deserve to be beaten up by those a*****es." I fell silent before giving a weak laugh, running my hand through my hair. In the long run, I just caused her more problems. Who was I kidding, thinking I could help her and keep her safe? It was stipid of me to have thought I could do anything for her...


    "Class is over in two minutes. I you want, I can show you to your next class." I finally spoke, running my hand through y hair again, 'IT's up to you though. You don't have to agree."


    I tilted my head, noticing the small change of tone. I didn't want her to feel bad, I just didn't want her to feel like she needed to do things for me. I found it very sweet of her, after all. I stood after a moment, giving a small nod before offering my hand to her shyly. I became a bit anxious, hoping it didn't seem weird or scare her off.


    I made it obvious that I wanted her to show me, my gaze shifting to the clock as it neared the end of the period. I hated the thought of her leaving me in my next class, not knowing a single one of those students. Maybe I did need her attention, but maybe not the protection. She was my only chance to be social, that and anyone who is like me. I was sure that it was very unlikely for someone to be like me, though.








    I sighed a little and shifted, taking her hand. Normally I would smile but... How could I? Being myself was something that... Apparently she didn't want. That was who I was, making sure the people I worried for were okay. And I was definatly concerned for Quinn. They were going to beat her up and I knew I wouldn't be able to help her. Besides, it'd be my fault now. If those boys got a hold of her, it was because I had protected her. Now they'd be able to beat up on her as they pleased.... My grip got a little tighter on her hand and I finally stopped at a classroom, "This is your next class. The next one is two doors down." I said lightly, releasing her hand and glancing at her, "I'll see you sometime. It was nice meeting you."


    Shoving my hands in my pockets, I started off down the hall. It was stupid of me to have wanted to take her under my wing. It was so stupid of me to have wanted to be her friend. I knew I had been better off without friends; I knew it. I clenched my fists in my pockets, running into one of the freshmen boys who had been causing issues, "Watch where you're going." I snarled, the boy smirking, "WHat are you gonna do about it?" He taunted. I didn't even care at this point. I brought my heel down on his toes, causing him to howl out in pain and clutch his foot as I continued on my way.