I'm Not Okay

Skateboards are good weapons!

"Why has this school got to be so fucking big?!"
"To fit everyone's ego. And you don't notice the size if you skate. Can you?"
"Can I what?"
"Skate."
"Yeah, but I don't have my skateboard at the moment..."
"You can't skate,can you."
"I can!"
I grab the skateboard out of his hands and skate down the corridor.
"Oi! Get back here with my skateboard!"
He chases after me. I turn the corner and someone trips me.
I go sprawling.
"Whoops, thought I was tripping Zac, the little emo bastard. Did you steal his skateboard?"
The guy's at least 17, and way taller than me, with spiky blonde hair. He dresse like those wanna-be gangsters who like to think they're tough. Retard.
"No."
"Scarlett, if you do not give me my skatebard I will-oh."
"Scarlett? What kind of a retarded name is Scarlett?"
Oh no you fucking didn't.
I stand up.
"Would you like to repeat that?"
"Sure. What kind of a retarded name is Scar-oof."
I hit him in the face with the skateboard.
"Do not insult my name. Ever."
And then I run.
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Sorry gotta go-I know it's short!