Bastard.
It is not the first name to be hurled in her wake, but it was the first to stick. They do not even bother to whisper it anymore, but instead would rather spit it in her face as if their opinions ever mattered. They don’t. They never did. She is a vault of a girl. Mind trapped behind knowing eyes. She shoves her anger and rage down, into a place they cannot see. She hides behind a cavern of facts and intricacies. Biding her time. Waiting in the shadows.














