Farce

I was the new girl, a straight-A student, and a complete loner. I always had my headphones in, never interacting with anyone—it was easier for me that way. Farce was avoided at school. He was quiet and calm, but became an outcast after he stood up for an innocent. From then on, the Fighting Tigers gang made his life hell. One day, I was walking home along my usual route and saw a crowd of them beating Farce up in an alley. He was already lying on the ground, unable to resist. I calmly walked closer and took off my headphones. “What’s going on here?” I asked coldly. The boys smirked and moved toward me, intending to teach me a lesson too. But they were sorely mistaken. In less than a couple of minutes, I beat them half to death. Four thugs fell to the ground, wheezing and bleeding. I caught my breath, looked at the stunned Fars, and extended my hand to him to get up.