-Fallen Angels- part 1

Bloody Mistake

I stared In absolute horror, pressing my palm against the blood. I examined the blood on my palm, then washed it off in the kitchen. I grabbed a towel and put it under the sink. I watched as water dripped, and finally turned off the sink and carefully squeezed the towel. I scrubbed the blood, then placed the towel back in the kitchen. I sighed, checking my watch. 6:59 AM. I decided to watch more TV, and continued The Walking Dead.
Some hours passed, and I looked at my watch. 8:26 AM. I sighed in relief, racing to grab my backpack. I slid it onto my shoulder, and ran to the bus. I hopped inside and took a seat. Nobody even dared to look at me.
The bus arrived at school, and I quickly hopped out, my long hair blowing behind me. I stared at the sun, shielding my eyes. It was a rather bright day. I walked to class, placing my backpack on my chair. Like always, Dina, a 5 feet tall girl with short, wavy hazel hair and green eyes, looked over at me. She also wore a necklace with small topaz and rubies, and she always wore skirts. This time she was wearing purple jeans, though. She slid her grey and white striped sleeves down her arms, and stared back at the teacher. I sighed in disgust inside. Dina hated me, and I hated her as well. It all started in 3rd grade. I was sitting in the grass, watching a monarch butterfly flutter past me, when she suddenly stomped my direction. As I looked over, Dina was growling. I won the medal for best student, and she always wanted one. She suddenly smacked my face, but then I punched her, scaring the butterfly. We fought until a teacher found me punching the poor girl. The teacher took the medal from me and gave it to Dina. That's how it happened. I looked over at the teacher, and she handed us math paper. I sighed, looking at it. e X 92 = ___ + a. I hated this kind of math. I flicked my pencil on the table, until the one sitting next to me, Zikol, shushed me. I growled, and she immediately went back to work, horrified. Everyone but Dina was scared of me. I sighed, writing the answer down.
It was recess. I raced to line as we were leaded to the playground. I raced to the swings, but nobody else would. There were 6 swing sets, about 3 divided into each part. I sighed, sitting in an empty swing.