It start of as a normal boring day. Classes dragged on. Daydreaming out the window of a bette future after all this. The only thing the broke that up was lunch. A time to enjoy, let your hair down. A time to talk and arrange things with friend.

I made my way to the class room me and my friend ate in. To my surprise I was the first one in my group to arrive. I walked in and took a seat. Putting my bag on the floor and grabbing my lunch. Blissfully unaware of what was to happen next.

Suddenly I'm pulled from my chair. My lunch box knocks out of my hand as I'm dragged to the door. I dug my heels in fighting back against my attacks. It took three boy in the older year to move me a girl. Throw out of the class and laughed at after they resorted to dirty tactics such as pressure points.

I turn and yell at the closed door they smile and chuckled behind the glass. My blood boiled at this. My anger gain control and in a flash bang crash the crack soon made into the glass with my foot. To my surprise of what I had done. I ran. Thanks to cctv in the class room the boys where caught hurting me and the damage fixed without charge. School when back to normal but I became know as the girl with the iron foot.