Nothing good

Isla Brown was a quiet, small, mousy girl. She was always quiet, meekly following the crowd wherever it took her, never speaking out or rocking the boat in any way. Honestly, the only reason she hadn't been bullied by the tougher gangster girls was some of the bigger boys at school thought she was cute and wanted to date her. So they gave the meaner girls orders to pack off.

Isla Brown was not unaware of this, as just because she was usually silent about what was going on around her did not mean she didn't notice what was going on around her. Though she did not act on the awareness of her situation, she just desperately prayed the situation would solve itself before she got taken as a prize by one of her admirers, as she called them, in a **** hope that calling them that in her mind would make them less forceful in reality.

It didn't work, and she knew she was on borrowed time. As soon as one of them established his dominance over the others, she would be picked up like a basketball and played with till they got bored of her and she wasn't so cute anymore. This truth gave her nightmares, causing her to wake up screaming. She's been able to explain them away as just regular nightmares to her parents when they asked about it.

Though the nightmare became real for her. As during the night of the big gang turf war, she had been found hanging out at the park and dragged off by one of her admirers to be his prize after his gang won the turf war. This didn't happen; instead, the Big Bang happened. She was luckily not caught up in the initial explosion, but she did get a good dose of the gas.

She fled as fast as she could back home and barricaded herself in her room. Come morning she removed the barricade and came to school to great joy. As several of her admirers were down and out from the big bang or too busy with reshuffling among the gangs to figure out who was in charge to care about her anymore.

So she went to school as meekly and quietly as she always did, with a little pep in her step none could see. Though everything changed when she noticed him. A white student named Jerry—she'd seen him around, but as she glanced at him, she knew she was bad. She'd let other guys grab her without Daddy's permission, and surely he would be mad at her about that, as he clearly had more loyal girls than her watching him.

Why would Daddy want her? She couldn't tell anyone no. The first block went like this: she was depressed about how her lack of a spine had nearly gotten her virginity stolen by someone other than Daddy. That was unforgivable, and she had no idea how to prove she could be Daddy's good girl. She found her chance during chemistry as she was in the same class as him and watched him as much as she could while doing the assignment.

Though, as she did, her back became straighter and her eyes more piercing as she found herself filled with rage at what she was seeing. A dirty beaner whore was daring to threaten her daddy. This could not be allowed. So she did her work while her anger built until by the end of class she was silently steaming with rage. She followed the dirty beaner into the girls' bathroom.

Once she was in, she quickly found the beaner heading into one of the stalls. Though she stopped and looked back at Isla as she heard Isla stop and jam the bathroom door closed by framing a taller trash can under the doorknob. The beaner got a sadistic and arrogant look in her eye, quickly pulling out a butterfly knife to have a little fun with what she saw as a weak little mouse that was no longer protected.

The anger filled her again to even greater heights than before—that the arrogant Latino slut thought she had the right to not only threaten Daddy but also cut one of his girls without permission. The anger built, and it changed her as she had been affected by the gas like all the others present at the big bang. The Latin whore looked on in surprise as Isla grew taller; she then gained a look of horror as Isla charged her, charging forward on her hooves.

In the blink of an eye the beaner was across the bathroom, having slammed through one of the bathroom stall walls in her flight. She lay there buried in wooden pieces, a large hole in her chest. Though none heard the crash, covered by the ringing of the bell. Isla walked out of the girls' stall to lunch, a normal girl with a large, proud grin across her face.