i. prologue: or so the story goes.
09 December
It started from the very first day, when I receive my first stare and heard the first name they gave me. They think I can't see them but I can. They think I can't hear them but I can.
No matter how I might seem, it still hurts. Everything does.
I'm just going to survive this the hard way. I have to. What else can I do, other than show them that I can climb my way higher than them while wearing Gucci heels? What else can I do, other than walk on with my head up high and make them realise I'm someone to fear?
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