It was hard to even think about.

I blocked the memories from my mind for the longest time, shielding myself from my high school career, but I couldn't do this now.

Unfortunately, when you come face to face with a bully of four years, four years of trying to find yourself and figure out your future, it didn't something that you can easier forgive and forget.
It is something that you cannot ignite for your life, and staring into the eyes as someone who was labeled the 'Queen Bee,' I had to do something — even if it had been years.

I know two wrongs don't make a right, but it will finally allow me to get my justice. I couldn't think about all the times she got away with how she treated me, even when I was told to be an adult about it.

Bullying can lead to drastic measures — especially when no one will actually help you, even when you begged them to. It's a mental game, always keep yourself on your toes as you attempt to remember that you do in fact matter.

Damn. Just seeing her eyes caused me ti have flashbacks of when she shoved me into my locker. It reminded me when she posted embarrassing photos of me as well as her commenting and attacking me on social media. It was behind my back, in front of my face, and to the people I thought were my friends. It reminded me when she stole my clothes from the locker room.

I was more focused on keeping an eye on her than my own college application.

I didn't make the deadline if you were wondering.

She tortured me, and now, after all these years, I see her again.

The only thing that is different is that she is a new staff member on my team — I am under control. This is my turf.

I wasn't one to abuse my power; after all, that is what she did to me. However, that doesn't mean I was going to give her an easy time. After all, I could had been somewhere different if I had finished my application.

Smiling, I started the meeting, "Good Morning everyone. We do not have time to waste time." Without even introducing her, I continued, "We need to get this project done as fast as possible."

I didn't care if they gave this bully a chance, but they were not going to do it during my meetings. I quickly updated all of them, and with that, they all quickly went to work,

The only one left was her.

"Is there something you need, Miss Bok? You should be working." The woman nodded her head, smiling at me. The exact same smile as before. Her eyes told me she knew who I was — just like I knew who she was.

"Hi Sam," she greeted, "I don't know if you remembered me but —"

"First, it's Miss Clev — and unfortunately, I do know who you are. What do you need?"

She looked taken aback, but it didn't stop her from speaking to me. It wouldn't be the first time she didn't listen. "I was going to introduce myself, but we went to high school together!" She sounded excited, with made her hands firm tight fists. "I thought you would be a professor at some university or something. You were wicked smart in high school."

"Like I said before," I snapped, glaring at her. Even after all these years, she thinks she is the center of the universe. "What do you want?"

She bit her lip, sensing my anger. "I just wanted to let you know that I am here to assist you and anyone under your authority."

"My team and I," I stated, "do not need additional help, but we are short on members in the cleaning crew."

I watched as her face dropped.

"Hey, Nill!" I called out, a smirk of victory on my face. "Could you direct her to Mr. Jeff?"

A man poked his head through the door way. "Of course." He looked confused, but he didn't question it.

Knowing that she knew I was in charge, I couldn't help but smile. The roles were finally reversed, and she was going to get to try her own medication.

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