I closed my eyes for a moment because the anger inside my chest was starting to feel like something alive and breathing, something warm and suffocating that pressed against my ribs whenever I thought about the way Brooke spoke to me as if I were some broken thing he could kick aside whenever it pleased him. I felt the sweat on my skin cooling slowly under the morning air, my fingers still trembling slightly from the strain of holding the wooden sword for so long, and I knew that if I stayed silent another second I would probably collapse from frustration rather than exhaustion.I had spent most of my life being the girl people spoke about in lowered voices, the girl who should have been stronger, prettier, more useful, more acceptable, more something that I could never seem to become no matter how hard I tried. I had listened to people tell me I was too soft, too emotional, too weak, too human, too everything that made them uncomfortable when they looked at me and saw that I did not f
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