This played in her head for 15 minutes or so until she finally reached for the scissors and punctured her leg, the blades reaching her femur. She yelled in excruciating pain and began to shake. The scissors handles were the only things visible. Blood poured on the floor and screaming filled the room. The teacher was in shock and then entered into panic. The girl sat calmly with tears rolling from her eyes and spit on the sides of her mouth.
Then she took her both hands and twisted the scissors deeper into her leg until she felt a crack.
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