Thwak!

Roxanne sprinted the rest of the way and leaped into the air with the baton raised, slamming it into the drapes. Mia loomed up behind her and smacked her in the back of the head with the flimsy plastic curtain rod she’d found leaning against the window.

The plastic broke in two as it cracked over Roxanne’s dome. The Punk Princess stumbled forward into the drapes, her knees threatening to collapse out from under her.

“Ah, what the fuck?!”

Mia pressed her advantage, sensing blood in the water. She seized the back of Roxanne’s hair, bent her over, and slammed shot after shot into her head. The clubbing blows drew yelps of pain with every impact until Roxanne was finally **** onto her knees, the rubber baton dropping beside her.

“Come here.” Mia dragged her to her feet. “Try one of your stupid tricks now.”

Mia threw Roxanne into the wardrobe door. With a crunch, she landed shoulder-first against the wood. She twisted and fell to the floor in a sitting position.

Mia saw Roxanne’s stunned expression. She hadn’t expected this at all. But Mia couldn’t waste any time. She was prepared to beat the snot out of this teenage bitch to teach her a lesson she’d never forget.

She grabbed both sides of her face, forcing her to look her in the eyes. Hatred streamed from Roxanne’s eyes.

“I’m going to do to you what I used to do to people like you in high school.”

Roxanne’s painted black lips opened, and she spat a disgusting mixture of saliva and phlegm directly into Mia’s face.

“Ewww…”

Mia responded by slamming the back of Roxanne’s head into the wardrobe door and dragging her to her feet again, preparing to toss the much smaller girl.