"You're a stupid, annoying, ugly bitch!" Milly shrieked. "And a pathetic one, too!"
Milly began spitting in my face, while fiercefully using her left arm (her right one was broken) to shove me into the door of the principal's office.
"You're such a freak." I yanked her arm sling, making her howl. She shut her eyes, and I thought 'Hey, this is the perfect opportunity to pull out her hair', but I didn't. I resisted the temptations.
I'm happy I didn't give in, because as soon as I let go of her, the principal came out of his office. I could still see Milly in my peripheral vision, which meant I still had time to kick her or do whatever, before he turned around. He was a slow little guy, that spent approximately 35 seconds just to find the right key, and then maybe 15–25 seconds at twisting the key, and God knows how long he'd spend just turning around?
"Take this, Millicent," I muttered, not sure if Milly heard it or not, but whatever I did next—I was sure as hell she'd be aware of. Physically, at least.
I tore that stupid arm sling off her, and stuffed it in my bra so there'd be no evidence of it. I trapped her underneath my body, taking a hold of her throat.
Milly was visibly heavier than me, and it only made me angrier. I knew she had the power to absolutely destroy me if she wanted to, and I hated that thought—I hated the thought that someone (Milly) could just grab me by the wrist with little to no force. She could put my whole arm into a meat grinder, and I wouldn't be able to take it back in time, before a part of me became minced meat.
She was the only one at this school who was stronger than me, but thanks to her cute little arm injury (that I might or might not have caused), I was unstoppable. Or I thought I was, until I felt two massive crocs hitting the middle of my belly.
I flew away by the great force of nature into Principal Burnham, and I swear I saw God himself.
