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OH GOD it's been a few days. Sorry friends! I've been very busy and spent, like, 6 hours playing SSO bc there's too much to do with the Equestrian Festival. Also not to mention I had my STAAR test today and I was really exhausted these past few days prepping. And also these backgrounds take a lot of my time to make, and my concentration is elsewhere - I swear I need to be screened for ADHD. Anyways, the image! I used shirt colors to tell you which of the bully trio is speaking; purple represents Evie's dialogue. And Evie. Is. PISSED. Mya: owo? LOL Mya was so cute to draw in this. She's precious. Also god perspective will be the end of me and I will figure it out one day.

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Evie had leapt right in front of her, an arm raised to counter the blow with a powerful block. Her eyes were burning green fire, her pose firm and determined.

"Leave her alone!" she commanded, her tone edged with anger. The girl's mouth formed a small o from behind her.

"You can't tell us what to do," one of the bully girls sneered back at her. "We have the right to do what we want."

"Sheesh, were you born with any dignity?" Evie retorted. "Clearly you were not. Targeting someone like her? That's wrong, it's foul. You stole something that belonged to her. Give it back."

"I'm not giving her the dang ball back!" the boy hissed, and Evie tilted her head slightly to face him, gritting her teeth in sheer irritation. This group seriously wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Nice way to derail my plans to read. Well, if you want a fight, I'll be glad to give you one.

Despite her glare burning into him, the boy still spoke, sticking out his tongue at her. "When that stupid girl kicked her ball right up to us, it became our property. She's a moron for thinking we'd just kick it right back. Finders, keepers, losers, weepers."

"This is your last chance," Evie warned, clenching her fists and dragging her tennis shoe back against the woodchips. "I don't want to have to make you regret coming here today, but since you chose to harass an innocent person, I might as well."

"Buzz off. No one gives us orders and tells us what to do!" one of the bully girls spat, moving right up against the boy.

"Yeah, I'm afraid we have a reason to ignore-"

Evie did not even give the other girl a chance to complete her sentence, the fury inside of her pulsing through her veins. A young girl, who had only been seeking fun, was in tears and had lost the ball she had enjoyed playing with, all because of this trio who only satisfied themselves by hurting others.

She loathed bullies. Especially the ones who picked on the weak.

It was about time they got taught a lesson.

With a snarl, Evie jumped into the air and landed cleanly in front of the trio, shocking them. Then, before anyone could react, she swung her strong right leg at the boy's left leg, connecting and hooking him. Unbalanced, he toppled into the woodchips, the ball rolling a small distance away from him.

He crawled up to his feet, his left leg shaky. The other two girls flanked him, their sinister looks replaced with worry, shock, and even fear directed at Evie - it looked like they had finally gotten the memo.

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OH GOD it's been a few days. Sorry friends! I've been very busy and spent, like, 6 hours playing SSO bc there's too much to do with the Equestrian Festival. Also not to mention I had my STAAR test today and I was really exhausted these past few days prepping. And also these backgrounds take a lot of my time to make, and my concentration is elsewhere - I swear I need to be screened for ADHD. Anyways, the image! I used shirt colors to tell you which of the bully trio is speaking; purple represents Evie's dialogue. And Evie. Is. PISSED. Mya: owo? LOL Mya was so cute to draw in this. She's precious. Also god perspective will be the end of me and I will figure it out one day.

~~Previous page ~~
~~Next page ~~

Evie had leapt right in front of her, an arm raised to counter the blow with a powerful block. Her eyes were burning green fire, her pose firm and determined.

"Leave her alone!" she commanded, her tone edged with anger. The girl's mouth formed a small o from behind her.

"You can't tell us what to do," one of the bully girls sneered back at her. "We have the right to do what we want."

"Sheesh, were you born with any dignity?" Evie retorted. "Clearly you were not. Targeting someone like her? That's wrong, it's foul. You stole something that belonged to her. Give it back."

"I'm not giving her the dang ball back!" the boy hissed, and Evie tilted her head slightly to face him, gritting her teeth in sheer irritation. This group seriously wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Nice way to derail my plans to read. Well, if you want a fight, I'll be glad to give you one.

Despite her glare burning into him, the boy still spoke, sticking out his tongue at her. "When that stupid girl kicked her ball right up to us, it became our property. She's a moron for thinking we'd just kick it right back. Finders, keepers, losers, weepers."

"This is your last chance," Evie warned, clenching her fists and dragging her tennis shoe back against the woodchips. "I don't want to have to make you regret coming here today, but since you chose to harass an innocent person, I might as well."

"Buzz off. No one gives us orders and tells us what to do!" one of the bully girls spat, moving right up against the boy.

"Yeah, I'm afraid we have a reason to ignore-"

Evie did not even give the other girl a chance to complete her sentence, the fury inside of her pulsing through her veins. A young girl, who had only been seeking fun, was in tears and had lost the ball she had enjoyed playing with, all because of this trio who only satisfied themselves by hurting others.

She loathed bullies. Especially the ones who picked on the weak.

It was about time they got taught a lesson.

With a snarl, Evie jumped into the air and landed cleanly in front of the trio, shocking them. Then, before anyone could react, she swung her strong right leg at the boy's left leg, connecting and hooking him. Unbalanced, he toppled into the woodchips, the ball rolling a small distance away from him.

He crawled up to his feet, his left leg shaky. The other two girls flanked him, their sinister looks replaced with worry, shock, and even fear directed at Evie - it looked like they had finally gotten the memo.