FourKicks

In my classroom at work, one of the kids PC is standing by the window saying "girls" (he never says this.. ever). I walk towards him and.. I think he changes into someone else? But he starts sawing at my arm with a butter knife.. and in defense I do the same to him. I realize what I'm trying to do isn't working on him.. but when it's over I am covered in my own blood from slices on my legs, arms, and face. I don't want my mom to see (???) so I have a sweatshirt on and I pull up the hood.