Matty felt some satisfaction as she watched James turn a purplish color from lack of air. She distant heard and felt the other students either cheering her on or trying to pull her off the boy. The only thing that probably saved them all was the fact that Mr Matthews chose that moment to return. And the fact that she wasn't stupid enough to carry any of her knives at school.<br/><br/>She growled at James as she slowly let him go. Letting him know in no uncertain terms that she chose to let him go. She glared arty the other students and her teacher as she stomped out of the room. She didn't even have an excuse for Mr Matthews when he finally joined het in the hallway. She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest, fuming about the unfairness of the situation. She couldn't even tell him the truth because he wouldn't even believe her. Or care. No one cared how hard she was trying to just get through each day without her family, without the support she'd had all of her life.