"You b*tch!!" A tall male yelled, lifting his hand up and *BAM,* a slap.
Maka stood there like nothing happened, holding her right cheek without emotion flowing through her. "Can I go now?" She quietly said, seemingly to not care about anything else.
"Witch, you really are one..!" He yelled, backing up a little. "What the h*ll is wrong with you!?" He continued.
"A witch?" She responded, tilting her head to the left. Still no
emotion flowed through her.
"I hit you with full force! How did a witch even get into this d*mn school!?" He continued to yell.
"I'm no witch." She responded, looking straight into the males eyes.
The male stood petrified...
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