Better Than Revenge

Better Than Revenge

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It's scary how much time can change people. It's scary knowing you leave as one person and come back as another, well that's my life. I was 14 when I left, I came home when I was 16. When I left I was a complete tomboy, every girl my age was absolutely boy crazed, me? I was Horse Crazed. My fancy outfit would be jeans and riding shirt. Simple, but me. I was your typical unfashionable, shy, naive girl every school had. With that title came major bulling. When I came home, I had changed. I wasn't the innocent, tomboy every knew. I came home with looks that could put a model to shame, I had developed the confidence I lacked and the fashion sense I always wished for. Although the horsey part of me stayed. I was out for one thing, revenge. A dish best served cold.
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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