Remember, you chose this.

You're older now, more aware of those around you, who they are, what you look like. School has started, you sometimes have friends, but they aren't always there for you, mostly the snacks. Reading becomes your escape. The library, a safe place. It contains most of your knowledge as you consume them like ice cream. The silky smooth story slides through your brain and keeps you company for a while.

Your utopia is broken just with a couple of outsider words. You reach for your first brandishing, study it in the mirror. Wonder how it gets darker and bigger with time.