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If you cut yourself, you have something mentally wrong with you," Krystal bitched from across the room. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, as my anger levels began to climb. Who was SHE to say this? She was the original emo of the class. Hypocrite. Despite this, she continued her rant.

"People who cut themselves then talk about it are so stupid!" She glanced over at her friend, who pretended to listen patiently. She snorted, then inaudibly mumbled something under her breath. Kyle, who sat in front of me, was getting annoyed by her pure ignorance.

"Oh yeah, well, it's stupid to miss a whole week of school, then decide that you just CAN'T make it through the whole day, so you go home."

"Yeah, well-" Krystal tried to counter defensively. Four-letter words were flooding my head. I pressed my lips closed so the words wouldn't accidently escape. We knew she was a bitch, but we didn't know that she would actually try to bawl out the cutters in my class, one of them being me.

Mrs. Tucker, sensing that my feelings were being hurt, cleared her throat.

"This conversation is over," She said. "Before someone gets sent to the office, let's all just stop talking." Mrs. Tucker, once again, saved my life...or made my day.

I looked over at Krystal. Her mouth was hanging open slightly, wishing she could finish the words that would hurt me worse than any blade ever could.