The more I think about it the more I think that people don't know me. I have this hard exterior but inside I'm broken. Walking through the hall way with me best friend. This girl that thinks she is above me pushes past me glaring as she hits my shoulder I grab wrists twisting it around her back. Some students stare is shock the others tried not to laugh knowing that if I caught them all hell would break loose. She tryed to yank from my grasp but struggles. I let her go so she could face me as she did I saw fear but rage. I grinned at her not my warm one I use with my uncle. The one that makes me look devilish the one that can make you piss your pants. She took a step backwards to distance herself from me. "What the f**k do you think your doing little b***h trying to test your luck I think right?"