Trying to live

Chapter 28(Edited)

Who would come this early to school?

I got up when I heard the slow whimpering again and leaned in.

"Don't do this, please," a girl begged.

Someone scoffed. "It's nothing personal, but I lost the debate because of you."

Now that sounded very personal to me. I heard an electric sound and knew right away that nothing pleasant would happen when the first girl started sobbing.

I put my bag down as quietly and quickly as I could and got my flask out. If I couldn't solve whatever was happening, the bottle would do. I wasn't going to hit someone, but I could threaten them with a flask. I heaved my bag onto my shoulder again and did the first thing that came to mind to save that girl.

I kicked the stall door open. Surprisingly, it opened, followed by a scream. "My arm!"

Inside, I found a crying freshman sitting on the toilet lid. Another girl had a razor in her hand, dangerously close to the freshman's head, and the last girl, whom I accidentally hit with the door, cradled her arm. I wasn't really sorry for that since she looked like the accomplice to the razor girl. They both were probably sophomores.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" the razor girl shrieked.

"A girl who needs to use the washroom?" I suggested.

"There are plenty of other stalls," the accomplice stated.

"Yeah, but I like this one. It's in the back, and when you have to poop, you also have this cute little window with blurred glass because no one wants to see someone else peeing or pooping, and it's obviously gross if someone could watch you do this because that's just—" I stopped talking, realizing I was off track.

Razor girl stepped closer. "Leave."

I had to hold back my laugh when she held the razor in the air as if it was a weapon. I mean, of course, she could use the razor to hurt me if she really wanted to, but I knew she would realize who I was in a few seconds.

"Or what? Will you threaten me with a razor?" I asked, my voice filled with laughter.

"You little—" she charged but stopped midway. Her eyes widened as she looked at me. Then she gave a side glance to her friend, who also stared at me with her mouth so wide open that every little insect could fly into it and she wouldn't even realize.

Recognition of who I was dawned on their faces, and I was a little taken aback at how quickly they figured it out.

I crossed my arms and smiled smugly at them. Razor girl and her friend looked between the freshman girl and me before they scurried away. Once they left the washroom, the freshman girl hurried past me.

"Why did you do this?" She whirled around.

My eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "I tried to help you."

At least be a little grateful, I thought.

She shook her head. "I had it under control."

"By letting them shave off your head?" I asked, confused and biting my lip to hold back the laugh that was bubbling up in my throat. It wasn't my fault that I found the stupidest things funny.

The freshman girl glared at me. "No. I collected evidence against their bullying. I would've shown it to them, but you barged in."

The accusation in her tone couldn't be clearer, and her naivety in thinking like that was so blatant. "You really think your file of evidence would have stopped them from going through with their plan?"