Destiny attacks the girls Hope sent, and Brooke tries to stop her.
Dec 12, 2025
Destiny walked into the school washroom quietly, hoping for a moment to herself after a stressful morning. But the second she stepped inside, the door slammed behind her—THUD!
Destiny turned sharply. Three girls were standing in front of the exit, arms folded, smirking.
“Seriously?” Destiny muttered under her breath. 😒
The tallest girl stepped forward. “You Destiny, right?” she asked with a mocking grin.
Destiny didn’t reply. She already knew something was off.
Another girl pushed her shoulder lightly. “We just wanna talk,” she said in a sarcastic tone. “Hope sent us… she said you needed a lesson.”
Destiny’s eyes narrowed. “Hope sent you?” she repeated slowly. “To corner me in a bathroom?”
All three girls laughed. “Yeah,” the tallest one said. “She said you were getting too loud, too confident. Someone needs to remind you of your place.”
Destiny inhaled deeply, trying to stay calm. But when the third girl tried to snatch her backpack, something snapped inside her.
“Big mistake,” Destiny whispered. 🔥
Before the girls could react, Destiny launched forward, grabbing the girl’s wrist and shoving her back. The other two rushed in, but Destiny moved fast—faster than any of them expected. She defended herself, pushing them off one by one.
“Back up!” Destiny shouted. “All of you—back. up.”
The girls panicked and tried to hold her down together, but Destiny wasn’t having it. She blocked, shoved, twisted—every move sharp, controlled, and fueled by anger and betrayal.
Just then, the washroom door opened again.
“DESTINY!” Brooke’s voice echoed through the tiled room.
Brooke ran toward her, eyes wide. “Stop! Destiny, please—stop! You’re gonna get in trouble!” 😰
Destiny didn’t hear anything. She was too furious, too focused on the girls who dared threaten her because Hope asked them to.
Brooke grabbed her arm. “Destiny, listen to me!” she begged. “They’re not worth it. Let it go before this gets worse!”
But Destiny jerked her arm away. “No! They thought they could jump me? They thought Hope could play games and I’d just stand there?” she shouted, breathing heavily.
One of the girls whimpered, “We didn’t mean to—”
“SHUT UP!” Destiny yelled, stepping forward again.
Brooke quickly moved in front of her. “Destiny, STOP! Please!”
Destiny’s chest heaved, her hands still clenched into fists. Fury and fear mixed inside her—fear of being cornered, fear of being targeted, fear of losing control.
Before she could decide what to do next, a deep authoritative voice cut through the tension:
“What is going on in here?!”
The principal strode in, face red with shock and anger. 😳
He immediately moved between Destiny and the frightened girls, raising his hands. “Enough! All of you, step apart!”
The girls scrunched behind him like frightened kittens.
The principal glared at them first. “You three—follow me. Now.”
Then he turned to Destiny, his expression a mix of disappointment and disbelief. “Destiny… my office. Immediately.”
Destiny’s jaw tightened. “They cornered me first,” she said, still angry but trying to control her tone.
Brooke stepped closer. “Sir, they were messing with her. Hope sent them.”
The principal held up a hand. “We will discuss everything in my office. No more talking here.”
The girls hesitated, clearly scared. One whispered, “We’re sorry…”
Destiny didn’t respond. She stood still, arms at her sides, heart pounding.
Brooke touched her shoulder gently. “Come on,” she whispered. “It’ll be okay.”
Destiny exhaled slowly, trying to calm the storm inside her. “Hope wants a war…” she muttered. “Fine. She’s gonna get one.”
Brooke shook her head nervously. “Destiny, don’t start something you can’t finish.”
Destiny looked her dead in the eyes. “Brooke… she started it.”
The hallway outside felt cold and silent as all five of them walked toward the principal’s office. Students stared, whispering behind their hands. Destiny ignored them all.
Her only thought was clear:
If Hope wanted to play dirty… Destiny was done playing nice.
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