Stand up for yourself

Go Gracey! I support you fully! I don't think I got the Karakura High uniform right, but it's almost there. I think



"Who the hell do you think you are?!" They ask in unison not even denying the deed they have just acted upon.

Girls, thought Grace, will they never learn.

"I don't know." She sighed. "And I don't know who you think you are either. But do you really want to see why I wear the boys uniform?"

"Of course you self righteous bitch, how dare you think you're better than us. Parading around like your one of the boys. I think you need to be brought down a peg or two" Smirked their self elected leader. A girl in Graces class, no spiritual pressure and entirely self involved.

Grace heard mutterings behind her, some girls from the Sewing club she'd be come friendly with. Obviously not ready to back her up, but ready to come to her aid with authority.

The ink had gotten everywhere, nearly ruined the outfit she had in the bag with her, thankfully she managed to throw it out of the way just in the nick of time but hadn't completely avoided it herself. Some of the ink was resting on freshly healed wounds. She'd have to go to a nurse to make sure she hadn't been poisoned. But this was the last straw and these girls would either learn to like her, or fear her, right no of which she didn't mind

"Fine." She snarled, curling her lip. She threw of the jacked, ruined, and unbuttoned her shirt, also trash worthy. "Here!" She began, allowing them all to gasp and sigh in both horror and pity at her. "This is why I wear the boys uniform! Because of all these. All manners of ridiculous thoughts will occur in your heads, and through the mutterings of your ridiculous and toxic mouths, but these scars, lacerations, bumps, discolourations and wounds are the reason I hide.
I have to fight for my life every single day and what's your greatest worry? Will he call me back? Oh no I've put on a pound over the weekend, this spot is huge! And oh dear I've forgotten to do that homework for English.

Now then, my life is difficult enough, so I don't expect to come to school and expect this kind of behavior. You can heed my words and leave me in peace, or is you pull this kind of stunt again I will be forced to retalliate. And I promise you there will be no holding back."

Of course she knew it was an empty threat, she couldn't beat these like she beat the possessed it wouldn't be fair for what they had done in comparison. However, the words alone seemed to have sank in, and Grace was thankful for it. She just wondered if the Sewing club had something spare for her to wear for the rest of the day.