I Remember.
Dreaming Bird. Bound Wings. Still sings.
Magic sings. Spring will bring? Help!
Only Shoved Down. Surrounded. Too Loud!
Ice Knife. Frontal Stab. Stop it!
Leave me alone! Too much noise!
Claws. Teeth. I must use any weapon.
Reinforcements Coming! Scatter Plan! Run, now!
Back to back! Two-By-Two, Three with me!
It wasn’t a game. You monsters.
Someone was caught. Everyone, help them!
What do you want with us?
This is our territory.
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We will fight if you give us reason.
They learned. We became safer.
It was torture. I hated you.
“Why so quiet? Aren’t we friends?”
“She just hates everyone. Bookworm freak.”
“Why don’t you read real literature?”
“You’re weird.”
“Hey, we’re friends, right?”
“Guys, back up or she’ll scream!”
“Act normal. Teachers are coming.”
“It’s just a game, right, Erin?”
No. It was never a game to me.
But did you ever give me the option of saying that?
