Knife

3 - Kindergarten

Kindergarten came, and I was annoyed that my so-well-established hierarchy had to be rebuilt again. Few of my fellow preschoolers were in the same class as me, plus I had to be queen, which meant getting the whole grade of four classes to recognize and admire me.

I had to get creative. One single wish wouldn't cut it for me now. It had to be genuine love, not wish-based. I needed the love, the affection, the attention.

Give yourself to me. Give all of yourself to me. I need everything of yours.

I needed the control. I needed the throne.

How will I get the other classes to recognize me?

I wouldn't stand for a single rival. That was unacceptable.

I am your Queen, and there is no one who is close to even trying to take my place.

Bow down to me.

I will start the trends. I will be the model student. I will be the dream athlete. I will be the dream model. I will be the better one in everyone's eyes. I will be perfect—I will achieve a level of perfection that has never been reached before.

Bow to me.

Get on your pathetic knees before me.

I don't need your act for power; I'm the only powerful one around here.

So kneel to me.

I was all-powerful.

All my smiles, all my tears, all my work was going toward a single goal.

I am the conqueror of this world. There is nothing you can do to stop me.

For this is my world, not yours.

There is no way for you to climb up beyond your lowly sky. I am God here, and there is no one anywhere that can stop me. I tower above the adults, and I am revered by all the children.

There is no one that can possibly lift a finger against me.

Ha. I will laugh at all these weaklings as they attempt to get on my good side.

Bow to me, stick knives in your friends's backs as you try to climb this impossible, twisted ladder of social level.

To them, though, I was the perfect angel. I had no devil side, I could do everything; I was the very image of perfection.

That's right. I'm perfection. You are all the imperfect little things that were created, all flawed creatures that cannot possibly match up to me.

Look up at me and wail about your terrible selves.

That teaches you to try to be my rival.

I was Queen. Undeniably Queen.

And from my unbelievably high throne, I gave a silent laugh.