Better Than Revenge

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.