(Age:12) Mary: *mutters, counting money*

~a boy in her age had a purple Mohawk and was walking towards mary~

Mary: *glanced*

Boy: *push her to the wall* where's my money..

Mary: *glares* I don't owe you shit

Boy: *snarls* *throws a punch at her*

Mary: *dodges and twists his arm back*

Boy: *cried out in pain*

Mary: *by his ear* ya wouldn't want to lose an arm.. Or perhaps... Your organs....~

Boy: *eyes widens* y-you... You're crazy!!!

Mary: *smirks*