She turned and looked up at the imposing gothic building behind her. It was somewhere out in the country. Another school to waste her time in. She did...'t care. She checked her reflection in her phone - her brown shoulder length hair looked good. Pity about the uniform, she thought as she looked down at herself and smoothed her skirt. A pleated tartan skirt, white ankle socks, white blouse, and blazer. Stuffy, ponsey school. Oh well, she'd show them. She shoved a stick of gum into her mouth and. He swooped in, ripped my stanzas to shreds and then attacked me.’ I looked at the ground around the disgusting mess. I located his tracks. ‘Worry not,’ I told him. ‘I’m on his trail. I’ll have his hide before sundown.’ I quietly hurried on my way. The Mordacious had left a nasty trail of huge tracks and muck. He wasn’t even concerned with trying to hide his trail, so conceited was he. I vowed that after that day no creative thinker would ever have to worry about his vicious attacks of envy. She opened my closet door and helped me to my feet with a smile on her face. She removed the gag from my mouth and asked if I needed to get out of the straightjacket. I was pretty aroused already and told her that she could let me out whenever she liked. She smiled at this answer and led me into her private study. We discussed what had happened in the scene, and she answered all of the questions I could come up with and some that she knew I forgot to ask. Feeling pretty comfortable with. As you became more popular and beautiful and had everything. As your loneliness turned to anger and spite and despair. As you came to despise the perfect vindictive bitch you saw in the mirror. The crusher of other girls' dreams. Breaker of boys' hearts.And wondered if there was something ... wrong ... with you.But unabashed warmth filled your being as you transitioned to the new family you now held as your own. The clenched body by my side relaxed as you found my hand. This is where you.