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I intend to hate meeting new people, jagged teeth creatures, rude or unwanted behavior, and the manipulated eyes and words they always use.
My mother continuously told me,
"We might be at the bottom of the food chain, but we have unique abilities too, use them wisely." She would always say this because our powers relied on our souls. Anyway, I will never be terrified of anything more than strangers. I've hated strangers or new people for a while now. As my mother said, "We have special abilities. We have to use them wisely."
My mother is unmarried; therefore she is the only adult I trust and feel safe around. Every time I have to go to meetings with her when I'm taken to the "kid's room" with the elder randos' children, I find myself on the verge of bursting into tears or retreating into a corner. The daycare workers gave me a stuffed animal corner only for me, so it made me feel wanted.
7 years later, I was given my schedule when my mother couldn't home-school me anymore. I forced myself to overcome my fear when my mom gave me a speech about being sorry. I practiced by talking to my reflection, my aunt, then some of the people my mother speaks to and whom I'm comfortable around.
I thought it would work, but the day I had to go to that crowded place of animals, my brain was petrified. I didn't look at anyone, I didn't sit next to anyone, and I didn't even speak to anyone. I just sat at my desk looking down. I heard most whispers of me because I joined in the middle of the school year. The worst thing about it was that it was a high school, they were most definitely going to be judgy, but I heard most things like, "That's the new kid?" or "The new kid's a girl? Seriously!" or "The new kid's so pretty!" and other things.
I tried to talk to others, but my legs stayed embedded to the floor, like minerals stuck in the ground. It was as if I couldn't control my movements. It was two weeks after I finally got the courage to talk to a group of girls (who looked like the "Mean Girls") and they insulted me to the point where I lost control of myself.
A few minutes later, my vision was blurry, I felt a thick and cold liquid on my hands and I heard blood-curdling screams. When I finally gained my vision I saw blood on my hands and each "mean girl" bodies either stabbed, brutally extinguished, or worse. I became destroyed, but instead of feeling afraid and horrendous, I felt excited. I look around at everyone running away with only the emergency light in the middle of the cafeteria on, before smiling viciously.
Finally, I have found my TRUE self. Strangers do not scare me at all.