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Fuentes Girl

Almost fought some bitch

I felt someone grab me from behind and screamed. I saw Matt and smiled. He took hold of me, under my arms and whistled at Davie to grab my legs. They picked me up and I wriggled. "Put me down!" I yelled.
"Say please," Matt mocked.
"Fuck off," I giggled. They threw me down onto the grass and I lay on the floor laughing. They sat down next to me and the others joined us. Paris was next to me and she grinned goofily at me. "Two more sleeps," I sang. She rolled her eyes, but kept smiling. That was it, two nights before we went home. To the UK.
"Emo," a girl hissed as she walked past with her friends.
"And you're a whore! Your mother must be proud!" I called. I looked at the others and saw them laughing. "I never got emo before they found out who my dad is," I thought.
"Hey, your dad's cool," Paris told me.
"He's in a fucking band. How can they beat that?" Josh asked. I looked over and saw the girls sitting not far away, smirking at me.
"I'm so tempted to go and kick her in the face," I said quietly.
"You'll get isolation," Matt frowned.
"Right now I don't care," I breathed. I went in my bag and pulled out a flyer to Warped tour Paris had given to me. I made it into a paper aeroplane and threw it at the girls. I got my target and they glared at me. "Maybe you can go and get a decent music taste now you have the address," I said sweetly and held my middle finger up to them.
"Like Daddy's band?!" she sneered. "They're shit! Just a soundtrack for sad depressives slitting their wrists and plotting suicide,"
"What did you say?!" I demanded and stood up. Paris joined me and held my shoulder.
"Don't," Paris warned.
"That they're shit. The fans are shit and anyone that is associated with them are shit too!" she snapped, smiling smugly. "Go home," she added.
"You need to watch your mouth," I sneered. I went to her, ignoring the others. I pulled her up by her hair and glared. "What did you say?"
"You heard," she said and pushed me away. I pushed her back and she did the same. Then I punched her in the nose. She hit me a few times back but I kicked her in the stomach, winding her. I noticed the circle around us and teachers trying to push their way to the front. As I pushed the girl down she grabbed on my necklace. She pulled it with her and it went to the floor.
"Pick it up," I growled. She did as told and I took it before kicking her in the mouth. I went to kick her again as she tried to punch the back of my knee. But I was pulled away. I looked up and saw the head teacher, making me groan.
"You're coming with me," Mr Gilchrist told me.
"Do I have to?" I whined.
"Come on, Elizabeth,"
"It's Effy," I reminded him. He led me to his office and sat me down. He handed me a wipe and a mirror and I fixed my face up. There was blood all down my mouth and my lip was cut. I was going to get a bruise above my eyebrow too. "Thanks," I muttered.
"Think you should tell me what happened?" he urged.
"Nothing," I muttered.
"Look at me," he snapped. "At least have the manners to look at me as I'm talking to you,"
"Sorry," I said and looked up.
"So, what happened?" Mr Gilchrist asked seriously. I bit my lip and looked at him. I actually like him as a head teacher. He's fair. We kind of know each other since he's caught me smoking a few times.
"That bitch," I spat.
"Language," he warned.
"She had to call me a name. I couldn't just do nothing back," I explained.
"What did you do? And the truth please, Effy," he urged.
"I just threw something at her. It was just a poster for a music tour,"
"Then what?"
"She started slagging off my dad's band. She was saying shit about them and their fans and everything," I told him quickly.
"Okay," he nodded writing it down. "And you went over?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "I asked her what she said. Then pulled her hair. She pushed me, so I pushed her back and she pushed me back. So I punched her and she did the same. I don't know what happened, I think I might have winded her. But then you came," I explained.
"Alright, thank you," he nodded. I sat back and looked around.
"It looks different in here," I noted.
"It's been decorated,"
"I like the colour," I said casually. "The carpet doesn't match though,"
"Really? I thought it looked nice together,"
"No. You need a beige carpet,"
"Thank you for your opinion," he smiled. I laughed and looked at my hands. "Effy, I do actually like you. I think you're a good, talented girl. You have skill and when you want to you are very clever," Mr Gilchrist told me. "You just don't know when to stop things. You could have walked away today. You could have shut up when Miss Lafferty blamed you for something you didn't do. You could have waited until after school to smoke. Instead you land yourself in isolation,"
"I know," I grumbled.
"You shouldn't have said anything back and you shouldn't have pushed her, or kicked her, or punched her. You know that,"
"I do," I sighed.
"Three days in isolation, starting today," he finally said. My head snapped up and my mouth opened.
"I'm not going in isolation!" I spat. "Not for defending my family and their fans,"
"You have to,"
"I'm not! I don't care,"
"You realise if you refuse I'll have to exclude you,"
"Fucking exclude me then," I hissed.
"Don't swear at me,"
"Sorry," I muttered. "But I'm not going in isolation when all I did was stand up for myself,"
"If I exclude you it'll be for two weeks. I'll have to phone your dad to come and get you and tell him why I've excluded you,"
"You can," I sighed and folded my arms across my chest. Mr Gilchirst went over to a filing cabinet and grabbed my file. He sat on his desk and dialled on the phone. I waited, glaring at the carpet.
"Hello, is this Mr Victor Fuentes?" he asked into the phone. "Good, this is Mr Gilchrist, Elizabeth's principal," he explained. "She's fine. But there's been a incident today, unfortunately resulting in her exclusion. I was wondering if you'd be able to come up," he said. I looked up and saw him smile. "Brilliant, goodbye," he finished and put the phone down.
"What did my dad say?" I asked.
"He's coming now," he informed me.
"I suppose if I asked if I could smoke in your office the answer would be no with a possible detention?" I asked casually.
"You'd be right,"
"Good thing I didn't ask then," I said and saw him smile.

When Dad arrived he pushed open the door and walked in the office. He saw me and nodded tightly. "Mr Gilchrist," he greeted him.
"Mr Fuentes, please take a seat," he urged.
"Hi Dad," I muttered as he sat next to me.
"Effy," he sighed.
"Now, after the incident today I offered Elizabeth a choice. Isolation for three days or exclusion for two weeks. She refused to go into isolation, resulting in her exclusion," Mr Gilchrist explained.
"What did she do?" Dad asked.
"She had a fight with another student,"
"Why, Effy?" Dad sighed and pinched his nose.
"I'm not going into isolation. It was Anna's fault. She started saying bad stuff about your band," I rushed.
"What did she say?" I asked, and saw he was hiding a smirk.
"That you were shit. That all your fans are depressed and suicidal and cut themselves. And she told me to go back home,"
"What punishment does this girl have?" Dad asked quickly.
"She's with my deputy. She's in isolation and will be for three days," he explained.
"You should go in isolation," Dad told me.
"No, I'm not. Not when I was only defending myself," I said firmly.
"She won't be able to come on school grounds for two whole weeks," Mr Gilchrist said.
"Okay," Dad nodded. "I'll take her home," he said.
"Best behaviour when you come back, please," he warned.
"Okay," I promised. "Thanks, Sir," I added. I got up and followed Dad out of the office. We started walking and got outside. Dad led me to where his car was parked and we got inside. "Am I in trouble?" I asked anxiously.
"No," he shook his head and started driving.
"You promise?"
"I promise," he agreed.
"Okay, why?" I bit my lip.
"You were standing up for my band and for what you love. And that's okay, Effy," he said seriously.
"Thanks," I smiled and looked out of my window.


Hey! What did you think? This fight was based off ann actually fight I had . . . Whoops. But the real thing wasn't in school and was worse than that :p What's going to happen in the UK? :)


Your welcome :)

DaughterOfMusic DaughterOfMusic

Thank you so much! :)

WriteIsLife WriteIsLife

Your story is so great! I really love it

DaughterOfMusic DaughterOfMusic

I know it's horrible but shit like this happens. I know people who have lost trials when the truth was obvious. I even know someone who got arrested for GBH and didn't get charged because his girlfriend and her people told too many lies. Hopefully it's believable though because this stuff does happen... :(

WriteIsLife WriteIsLife

I know it's horrible but shit like this happens. I know people who have lost trials when the truth was obvious. I even know someone who got arrested for GBH and didn't get charged because his girlfriend and her people told too many lies. Hopefully it's believable though because this stuff does happen... :(

WriteIsLife WriteIsLife