I stared at the dust in my hand from the shard of glass.

"No fighting," says a voice from the other side of the room.

I turn away from the voice, knowing who it belongs to and faced the villian, hate burning in both of our eyes. I got ready to run, knowing that this wasn't just a rivalry anymore. This was war.

"This isn't over," I warned.

I ran.

The End

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