Anarchy

You walk into the halways in a short yellow dress, with flowers on it. Students are whistling at you and shouting “Nice Dress.” Bursting through the herd of sheep, is your school’s number one bully, Felicia. He hates his name, and if you tell him BAI FELICIA, you are just asking for it. He approaches you while you while you are about to drink out of a waterbottle, he snatches it a dumps it all over you. “What’s your problem,” you question him with an infuriated him. “You,” he announces as if he thinks he is cool. He slams you against the locker and demands lunch money, what do you do.