The random scenes or scenarios that sometimes pop into my head, which may eventually become full blown stories.
It was his fault. Not Jeremy's, the other one. In actuality it wasn't Graham's fault either. It was Graham's friends. What assholes. She saw them come around the corner, and knew that whatever was about to happen wouldn't be good. That's when they hit him. They hit Jeremy square in the jaw, and he stumbled and fell. He would've fought back, she knew, but six against one is no fair fight. They hit him and kicked him again and again and again. She stood and watched growing more and more upset until she eventually snapped.
"STOP IT!" she screamed. One of the six looked up and smirked at her.
"Did you really just ask me that question?" It was dangerous when she got like this, but her best friend was almost to the point of unconsciousness. "You either stop this right now, or you deal with me."
Now, that gave him a good laugh. She wasn't a petite girl, but neither was she large, and in comparison to Jeremy, she was tiny. "Oh I'm so scared of you."
Three words escaped her lips as she pulled out her blade, "You should be."