I stared down my worst enemy, coming face to face with her. She glared back at me, and I felt an urge to punch her in the face.
For months, this girl had been my worst fear. She made me feel terrible about myself constantly. While I was popularly hated and bullied me the worst. Made me feel worthless. Stupid. Unloved.
She new exactly the pain she had caused me, every tear that she had made.
My fists clenched into fists at my sides.
"No more," I said to her. "I enjoy being the way I am. I don't give a fuck about what you or anyone else thinks. And if you can't except that, you have to leave, because I'm not going anywhere. So, I'
"Run!"
"No!"
"Just ru-"
"I'm not leaving you!" tears fly from my eyes as I try to pull Sophie out of the ruble.
"The hell you aren't, Creesanix! You have to-" her eyes wide when she relizes what she just said. Creesanix? What? Why is she calling me that? My name is Cree, not Creesanix.
"Whose Creesanix?" I whisper weakly, then clear my throught against the smoke and dust, the flames heating the room. "Whose Creesanix?" I say louder. Sophie shakes her head. "Listen to me," her hand findes mine, barely able to move since eberything from her wait down is buried in the debries of what once was my house. That roof wasn't