Marshall howled with laughter, even bent over his chair a bit as a few of the other students snickered and another or two came to help her up.
She looked at him with a glare. Trying to get up, finally succeeding with the help of some of the students. She groaned and kept her head down as the class laughed. Her hoodie slipped some off her shoulder. In Marshall’s view there was a dark purple bruise almost handprint on her upper arm close to her shoulder. But as she noticed it was visible she pushed the people away and fixed her hoodie.
“Are you done? Marshmallow…….” She said with a harsh tone. Rubbing her elbow.
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