There's this guy, Mason. He keeps walking home with me and my friends. Neither of them mind, but I do. One of them just hits him playfully and lightly with her bag, but I never participate. Until today. He fell into pace with us, and I did it. He saw my friend ready to whack him and ran. He was fast, but I was so mad at him that I manadged to follow really quickly. I hit him with my bag, I'd put the sharp corner of a book and that of my bottle on the bit I did so with, and it's impossible to tell you how good it felt. Like a massive weight was being lifted 😍 it was heaven. I'm usually quiet around people who aren't my friends, so he turned around and stared at me "Was that you?"he exclaimed.
YES IT WAS ME!!!
"Yeah it was!"

ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴛɪsғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏᴍɢ.