Amara's POV
Nobody saw it coming when I moved that fast. Before anyone could blink, I'd already smashed Penelope's skull against the desk multiple times. Blood smeared across the surface.
That's when my classmates finally scrambled to stop me. "U-Amara, chill out. You can report this to the teacher. J-Just let her go," someone stammered.
"Come on, let's just talk this through. Stop hitting her," another voice pleaded.
I yanked Penelope up by her hair, dragging her from her chair. "Spreading lies?"
Blood trickled down Penelope's face, but she still tried clawing at me. The second her hand reached out, I sent my foot into her gut. She slammed back into her desk with a sickening thud. "Ahh!" Her shriek pierced the air.
I looked down at her crumpled form. "Think I enjoy dropping to your pathetic level? Why can't you just mind your own damn business?"
A few years back, I might've actually snapped and finished her off right there, consequences be damned.
