I had made my way through most of the people who had bullied me. All the bag heads were probably sitting in the police bus I saw on the way into the school. They were likely finally feeling guilty for their actions, for what they had done to me.

  The two teachers who had made things especially hard for me were charged as well.

  It overall gave me a sense of progress, people could do a lot in one day.

  However, That left two final places for me to go.

  I walked into a classroom I had never been in before, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I would have to charge every single person in this room.

  The second I opened the door I was forcibly focused. The stares I received from the people in this room were as usual, and I don’t mean the post newspaper usual.

  Everybody's eyes fell upon me with a rage, and a certain dismissiveness. Together they formed an expression of extreme disgust.

  I had already been dealing with these types of stares for a long time, and in greater quantity. However, their reaction made it obvious what side they stood on.

  About half of the seats in the room were empty, most of them must have been taken into custody earlier.

  That left about twenty people, however I did not find the dashing blonde that marked Johnny’s appearance.

  Time to move quickly, I thought to myself.

  I activated my power on all the students in the room, as well as the teacher. To my surprise, only seven of the remaining students had bullied me. Though that made a total of about twenty seven for approximately forty.

  The teacher was not involved either, which made the class more innocent than I originally assumed.

  “What are you doing here?” A guilty girl asked. She had sprayed me with hoses, and put tacks into my shoes.

  “Are you stupid, or do the police behind me mean nothing?” I asked sarcastically.

  “Johnny is innocent, he never did anything wrong. You, on the other hand, are a murderer and a rapist. The police should be here for you.” She replied cruelly, with too much confidence for an average person.

  “I didn’t come here to listen to a dog whine, whether Johnny is innocent or not does not involve you. However, I am entirely sure that you are guilty.” I replied with a cruel expression, but also with a little carelessness.

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  I stand above the guilty, because I am… innocent?

  I couldn’t really call myself innocent, but I would definitely be able to call them guilty.

  “Guilty of what, you can’t just arrest somebody with just your words.” She replied, now arrogant.

  “What makes you think I can’t?” I asked, a little arrogant myself.

  She started laughing hysterically for a second, but only for a second, because I snapped my fingers and two officers apprehended her.

  “What did I do for this? You can’t arrest me without good reason.” She yelled loudly.

  “Reason?” I puffed a solemn laugh, “Do you think I don’t have a reason?” I said coldly. I gave a glance to the brown haired officer, and she prepared to start taking notes.

  “How about, bullying your classmates?”

  “Stealing my shoes?”

  “Putting tacks in my shoes?”

  “Throwing rocks at me?”

  I then continued to ask her a dozen questions about her crimes before explaining the exact circumstances around them.

  “Based on the crimes, you couldn’t possibly know who committed them. How can you say it is me?” she tried to explain desperately.

  “How I know is none of your business. You know yourself whether what I said was the truth.” I dismissed her.

  “Now do each of you want to cry and whine, or do you want to walk out yourself?” I asked while making eye contact with the six remaining bullies.

  At first nobody stood up, but after an intense staring match, the first arose. The boy who had stolen my P.E. clothes, and shot at me every lunch with his airsoft rifle.

  The next one went up a little easier, and it caused a chain reaction until there was only one left.

  The last one remaining sat silently looking down without movement. He did not have much of a presence, the type to be ignored at all times.

  “What are you waiting for?” I asked him, and pulled out a chair to sit right in front of his desk.

  “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replied, with probably the single most used line when interrogated.

  “Everybody else already surrendered somewhat peacefully.” I replied.

  “What does that have to do with me?” He asked, with visible sweat running all over his body.

  “When everybody else has done it, don’t you think the worst one should follow suit.” I replied, intimidating him.

  “What do you mean by worst?” he replied, still trying to keep up his innocent facade.

  “Don’t you think a person who tried to kill me would be worse than others?” I replied, finally putting on a devilish grin with eyes to match.

  He shivered for a second, but then let out a deep sigh. He seemed more focused and confident, which was interesting.

  “And how do you think I tried to kill you?” He said, trying to show off my lack of evidence.

  “I would say setting a snake on somebody is enough evidence to say you are trying to kill me.” I replied, endless confidence and pity coming from me. When I had this mask on my face I was invincible, and everybody else was below my feet.

  You pity the ants you walk on, don’t you?