Vendetta

As I walk these halls again, I feel an overwhelming surge of frustration. The people all around me, talking, yelling, screaming, laughing; I feel an undefined but definite hatred for them all. Distractions. That's all they are. Someone behind me in the line to success, trying to knock me out of my place. The same people who laughed and criticized when I fell out of my place on my own. I want revenge -the real, burning kind, that makes you feel great and awful at the same time - but the revenge I plan to execute is a lot more effective. I will rise. Above all the people who doubted me before I even tried, the same people who preferred to watch me struggle in the water, drowning, instead of extending a hand. So I don't give a fuck about any of the people or what they're doing, who they're talking to, where they go. I'm about to be on mine, with my head up in the hallway and my eyes down on my work in class, ignoring their disposition. This is my year.