"What were you listening to anyway" he asked and was almost putting my air pod on his stupid ear when I suddenly threw two punches at him. I hit his left and right cheeks. He was unaware and weakly took two steps backwards before losing balance and falling on the pile of food scattered on the floor. His nose was bleeding and so was his lower lip. I could hear a lot of whispers from the crowd. I ignored them and picked my air pod which fell from his hand due to the impact of the blows. No one messes with my music. I had practiced boxing a for a while but never got the chance to box someone in real life. I guess I finally got it. First week of school and I'm already fighting. Wonder if I'll make it through the school year. I don't like fights but when you get on my wrong side be rest assured you will get a fight. I'm not high tempered if that's what you are thinking and I'm not one of those boxer girls. I'm not a bad girl at all but the voiced in my head call me a murderer so I guess I'm not that good. Lets just say sometimes I'm good and other times bad, it all depends with the situation. I may appear strong and tough but I'm broken and still trying to heal. Let me tell you a little about me. I'm a billionaire. I think one of the youngest cause I'm actually seventeen. You think that's nice, don't you. And I'm also an orphan. Now that's sad, right. I'm still trying to recover from the loss of my parents. I think I might have actually killed them, but that's a story for another day. right now let me ask you something, what heals a broken heart?