<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/64/2a/62/642a62fa333b07279dbfca59bb273c80.jpg)</div>Takara woke up to the sound of her cell phone alarm going off. Lazily, she rolled over and hit the snooze button. Once...Twice...Three times. By the time she woke up, it was just past 7am. She sighed and forced herself to get out of bed. It was Saturday. She should still be asleep. But no. She had to serve detention, because some stupid ass preppy kids pushed her to her limit. As she got ready, the scene played in her mind again.<br/><br/><em>"Haha! You're so fucking weird!" The girls laughed, standing over Takara's desk. The dark haired Asian just ignored them, and continued drawing in her notebook.<br/><br/>"Do you shower?" Another girl giggled, barely touching Takara's hair. Almost like if she did touch it, she would catch some sort of disease. Takara gripped her pencil tighter, and shaded her drawing darker.<br/><br/>"Looks like she got dressed in the dark." The third girl giggled.<br/><br/>"Look. Why don't you just find someone else to pick on, alright? Unless you feel so uncomfortable with yourselves that you feel the need to make others feel the same." She said with a noticeable Japanese accent, and through somewhat gritted teeth, never lifting her eyes from her drawing. There was a slightly audible gasp from the three girls.<br/><br/>"Did you just...talk back to us?" The surprise in her voice was obvious. They looked at each other, unsure of what to do next. The third girl glared at Takara, and threw her notebook across the room. They giggled again.<br/><br/>"Oops..." She said sarcastically with a sickening smile on her face. Takara looked up at them, and she could hear other students whispering. The tension in the room was getting thicker. Without a word, she stood up and glared at the girls.<br/><br/>"Sluts..." She sighed and shook her head. A stinging slap across her face jerked her head to the side.<br/><br/>"What did you call us, you little bitch??" The first girl pushed her angrily. Takara stumbled backwards, but didn't fall. "Fucking weirdo!" The three girls advanced towards her.<br/><br/>Without thinking, Takara brought her hand up and swung at the girl. She landed a hard blow on her shoulder, but the scream was wrong. It was much louder, more painful than she had anticipated. Only when she pulled her hand away, did Takara see the blood on the first two inches of the pencil and the hole in the girls' arm.<br/><br/>Students gasped and scurried away as Takara turned her attention to the other two girls. They looked terrified as their friend fell to the ground, sobbing and holding her arm. Fueled by rage, Takara rushed at them. She stabbed one in the side, and the other in the thigh.</em><br/><br/>Takara was confronted by the teacher, but she honestly didn't remember anything after the girl slapped her. Nevertheless, her father had to come down and beg the principal not to expel her. After that, she had to serve detention and was put on meds by a psychiatrist. The only thing she neglected to mention to the psychiatrist was her little self harm habit. Nobody needed to know about that anyway. Not that they would care...<br/><br/>So here she was, walking into the library and serving her detention "like a good little girl". She just wanted it to go by quickly. There were already a few people scattered at the tables. Takara headed to the table in the corner, away from everyone else. Coach Bull didn't even ask her name when she walked in. She was only one of the three or four obviously Asian students in the school. If that didn't tell him who she was, her obvious goth appearance sure did.