Ok, this was downright fun to write. It probably doesn’t even sound like it relates to the topic, Against, but that’s because I had to cut and cut and cut until my cutter button rebelled. Dreams of revenge are quite sweet

Here’s my…ah, entry:

I won’t be afraid. The familiar faces around me are meaningless. I will not tolerate being one of them.

My legs shake. People glance at me, frowning. They’re listening to the speaker giving a suave aggregation of his notorious school career.

“They’re my friends,” he says, smiling. Cameras flash. “I love each person graduating today.”

 Rage nullifies my fear. Suddenly, I’m standing. I’m reaching down, grabbing the microphone.

“He doesn’t love any girl who won’t step out of her pants for him.” The pain eases. He’s standing stock still, in embarrassment. Cameras are flashing away and I’m smiling. I’m smiling.

 

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It’s because of recently attending my brother’s HS graduation. I disliked the valedictorian of his class, and entertained various vengeful situations during the ceremony. Shame, shame. I know.