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I couldn't believe my eyes when i saw Monique standing dere.
"Sorry, I need to go to the toilet," I said and walked past her into the toilet.
I opened one of the cubicle doors and saw a girl snorting from the dirty toilet floor, so i went into another one, locked the door and sat on the toilet. My head was throbbing and now Monique was here i was scared, she would tell Robbie everything and embarass me and den he mite just tell me 2 fuck off even tho he needed me to keep quiet about him drink drivin. I felt my nose bleeding and so i used the toilet role to clean it up and den it stopped, i took some deep breaths,and opened the cubicle door, monique wasnt gonna scare me- her brother and ssk had done the worst they culd pssibly do to me and dat meant nobody could shit to do any worse.
But there was- waiting outside the cubicle, waitn for me wiv a big dutty smile on her face.
"So even street slags like you can roll wit big boys now yeah?", she said. "What would he do if he found out what SSK did to you."
I tried to walk past her but she pushed me back, "You're nuffin but some sket how did you meet Robbie?."
"We're cool innit," I said trin to act like i wasn't shook.
"im gonna tell him about what ssk did."
"do what you like- ssk are nuffin but dirty little waste men anyway."
She punched me, "dont ever fucking talk about my bruvas crew like dat again."
"Or what?", I said, "They'll beat me up again? they're in pen you dumb bitch- they ain't comin out for a long time and you can tell robbie what you want- it wouldnt even change shit."
Then she smiled.
"You know the guy who killed your mum- Nathan- he's in the same pen as my bruva and da rest of ssk, they all hate you- ssk, nathan, sherice, they dont care how long they're in pen- theyre gonna get you when they get out, nathan told everyone about how you and him fucked- you dirty sket- fucking your own mums man and now shes dead because of it."
I slapped her face.
She pushed me into the cubicle and started punching my face, i grabbed my hair and pulled so hard that i tore out the tracks, her bloody weave came out into my hand, she cried in pain but i kept on kicking her, den she caught my foot and pulled it so i dropped, i got back up and we started fighting in the small cubicle.

The two girls continued to punch kick and slap each other, Monique caught hold of Rochelle's neck and used it to slam her head against the cubicle walls repeatedly and then she punched her. Rochelle fell to the ground as her nose bled violently and there she lay in the toilet cubicle in a pool of her own blood as Monique stood over her.
"I killed the bitch," she said, "I fucking killed the bitch."