I was getting books from my locker as I heard footsteps.
"So newbie." I heard a male voice say. "I'm Neal and your gonna be my girlfriend."
"I'm sorry, Neal but I'm not gonna be your girlfriend. I don't want to be some gold mine or whatever you guys say here." I replied.
Neal punched me.
"I'm afraid that isn't a choice, dear." Neal said, grabbing my face forcefully and kissing my lips.
I shoved him off of him, and pushed him against a locker.
"Get off me, you freak!" I screamed so loud that one of the teachers came out of their classrooms.
"What's the trouble?" he said, sternly.
"Dad, my girlfriend won't kiss me." Neal whined.
"He's your dad?" I added into the conversation.
"You don't get to speak, young lady." His dad replied rather fast.
"Yes, the lady does get to speak for herself." I heard a familiar Irish accent say.