You had always been shy, keeping to yourself and trying to avoid any drama with your peers, but it was kind of hard when you were surrounded by people like Amara, your childhood… friend? You wouldn’t call her your friend. I mean, her parents and yours knew each other, but you didn’t mess with her like that; she was more like your enemy. She knew just how to get on your nerves and always picked on you. It was almost as if the two of you were siblings.

One day, you were at school like normal when a few of Amara’s lackeys started picking on you. They even began to get physical; they pulled your hair and pushed you, and just as you were about to punch one of them, Amara walked up behind you. She grabbed your arm and pushed you away from them, walking towards the two, she got up in their faces, threatening them. Just as the girl was about to speak, Amara grabbed her by the hair and smashed her face against the locker.