Untouchable

Chapter 13 - Only I Get To Torment My Tormentor

Author's Note:

Okay, okay, here we go.

Who wants a bit of Megan's past? You? No? No one? Oh okay.. *sighs* Nevermind then.

Lol I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

Anyway, I really would appreciate it if you told your friends about this book and maybe make them read it too? I need help in promoting it. It's like this, the more votes I receive, the faster I actually update. Lol. I'm not even kidding. Seeing all those comments too, or private messages encouraging me to write makes me work harder. And it makes me happy that you guys are actually enjoying this.

Moving on, enjoy the next chapter, you guys (and girls if you want to be technical). This is short, it's just a filler for some important stuff. But it's important stull, okay? ;)

*sticks a note on your screen*

You are a gorgeous french fry!

-Monique xo

*end of note*

Chapter 13 - Only I Get To Torment My Tormentor

"Your weirdness will make you stronger. Your dark side will keep you whole. Your vulnerability will connect you to the rest of the suffering world. Your creativity will set you free. There is NOTHING wrong with you."

-Andréa Balt

When my mum first mentioned that we were moving, I put up a huge fight. You see, I grew up in our old home, our old town. I felt like it was where I truly belonged. Who doesn't? Going to the same school with the same students since first grade, growing up together, that's kinda nice, right?

Plus, back in my old hometown, there were a couple of people I felt comfortable with. These were the people that were unfortunate enough or maybe lucky if that's how you see it, to grow up with my weirdness as I grew up with theirs. And it wasn't just that. I had this one friend, and he wasn't just a friend, he was my best friend. We practically grew up together.

I met him back in kindergarten. It was during recess, my best friend, Ciara, was away to visit her grandparents, or some other relative, I can't recall. But anyway, I remember that I was happily skipping along to the playground where the rest of the kids were, when -BAM! - I was suddenly knocked to the side. Good thing I managed to brace myself on the wall, I had good reflexes, even back then.

Anyway, this pudgy little boy with messy black hair sneered at me, and I grimaced and gagged and sputtered as I saw something red stuck in between his two front teeth. Up until now, I still don't know what that thing stuck there was. And as he sneered at me, he saw the pack of sour gummy worms I was holding, more like clutching to my heart, and he grabbed them from me. Just like that, he stole a pack of my precious, sour gummy worms.

At first I was shocked as I watched him walk off, gloating proudly and waving my pack of gummy worms like the spoils of war. But then I remembered how much I had to beg my dad to buy them for me (mum didn't want me eating too much sweets) so I became livid. I ran after him, as fast as my then short kiddie legs would allow me, swung my right leg back the way my daddy taught me, kicked him right in the nutsack, hard.

My daddy was so proud of me. Oh, yeah, my parents were summoned by the principal, but of course I was able to defend my case. He did steal from them from me. He had no chance of winning. I'm invincible when it comes to my gummy worms.