Time goes by without my knowing and every passing day became bearable than the others. The hurt inside me slowly turns into a blur. Within two months I transformed into a zombie; I breathe, eat and live but unlike the brain-eating monster the only thing that motivates me is the need to get stronger— the idea of being able to exact my revenge. I have no idea how long it will take me; it could be months, even years from now. I am sure it won't be tomorrow or the day after that. The only thing I'm sure of is, the day would come and I'll sure be ready.
"Keep your stance up! Don't lose control. Up now! Block me!" Lizzie instructs as one of her punches hit me on my face.
Iron circles my mouth. I don't want to go to my next class with black and purple adorning my face. I duck low, moving faster
