Fighting.
Today, we fought. The thing about this is that, I didn't cry like I used to. Every kick in the air, I felt more powerful. Like as if I was not that vulnerable little girl they used to pick on. I didn't cry like a brat, now, all the same memories from my childhood flashed before my eyes. I felt that same feeling again. Where history was repeating itself. And now, for once, I actually enjoyed it. I loved how they couldn't pick on me like I was a scared little child. Now, I can fight back because I have trained my mind and heart. I wasn't educated to allow myself to sulk in the corner when things go bad. I was educated to hold my ground on what I feel was right. I love the feeling of fighting back. Of being able to show them that I'm not who I used to be. I have changed, for the better. Stronger and more powerful. Not someone who they could just have fun on. I'm gonna study, be successful. And then we'll see who's going to be laughing at who. I'm gonna show them. How they changed me to be the beautiful monster that I am now.
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