I woke up this morning still angry, still annoyed, and still refusing to say even one word to my father. He knocked on my door earlier, but I ignored him like I was doing before. I didn’t want to see his face, and honestly, I didn’t want to hear anything he had to say.
I got ready for school faster than usual, grabbing my bag and leaving the house before anyone else even stepped into the hallway. I was going early because I was way too happy yesterday especially because my enemy didn't come to school. I wanted people to remember what I bragged about yesterday.
I told almost everyone that Paxton didn’t show up because of me. I told them I beat him up so badly he couldn’t even walk straight. People believed it. Of course they did. He's nothing anyway so why would it be surprising that I ca
