- Aug 9, 2016
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It was only her first week back, and already things were bad. Her jacket, originally red, was stained with splashes of purple and brown from the soft drinks Argenta's group of friends had dumped on her while she was in the bathroom. The girl, Dalia thought she was a Fae of some kind, had told her, if she came to class there would be more waiting for her.
Dalia couldn't blame anyone but herself. Her first semester at school, not even a full one, had earned her a reputation as a brute and a bully. Even still, she had decided to make an effort to be better.
Back then, before the winter break, a teacher had told her that she was burning bridges. Now the spiderling knew that they had meant. She had a reputation, and no one was going to give her a chance to fix it.
Sitting alone in an empty classroom, Dalia shook with anger. She could beat these kids up. Roast them alive. Eat them whole. But not really. Not without consequences. So she was powerless, like she had assumed them to be.
Her claws tore through the fabric of her hoodie with ease, shredding the stained fabric and sending it fluttering to the floor.
Shoving a desk over onto its side didn't make her feel any better. Neither did the low growl of anger that escaped her lips. Dalia wasn't going to class today. Maybe ever again, if this kept up.
And Mal wanted her to join a club. Make more friends. Fat chance of that.