<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://103.imagebam.com/download/kqY9l6mJqj-j2z8p7yjzYQ/28158/281578978/post-40776-0-80587100-1380058930.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yolande Solomon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School corridor<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday 5th September, 11:00 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Heather, Kitty, Storm<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Screaming, then silence<br/><hr/><br/>Yolande finally started moving again and took a moment to get her bearings. She was frustrated, but she didn't want to play the victim or yell at a teacher too. She waited until the other girls had said what they had to say before giving her side of events. First she pointed at Heather.<br/><br/><strong>"She sexually harassed me. Then swore at me. I got agitated about it, I have a real thing about people coming on to me like that." </strong><br/><br/>She looked over to Storm. Yolande was perhaps one of the only girls in the school taller than the teacher, but she tried not to look down at her. It wouldn't help her arrogant image at all.<br/><br/><strong>"I got angry and hit the wall. Then I threatened them. I really, really hate people treating me like that. The other girl..." <br/></strong><br/>Yolande trailed off, pointing to Kitty. She didn't have a clue about names yet, and had been a bit too distracted to notice.<br/><br/><strong>"She was nice to start off with. Then she tried to smack me in the back out of nowhere and I hit her back. Not really my fault she started a fight she couldn't win, I didn't swing at anything but the wall till she hit me." </strong><br/><br/>She then went quiet. There wasn't much point arguing. She was probably in trouble for hitting the wall and hurting the dumbass who hit her. At least she'd thrown out her admittedly questionable mitigating circumstances. Regardless of her arrogance she did at least understand manners.<br/><br/><strong>"I am sorry, though, for getting that angry. I didn't mean to hit the wall or hurt her. Or threatened that guy."</strong>