All the nasty taunts stopped cold. Kids who were laughing at me only moments before found the ground particularly interesting. Brittany was standing by the punch bowl as if she’d seen a ghost.
For once, she couldn’t sweet talk her way out of anything. The policemen walked right up to her and some of her friends and escorted them straight out.
The girl who tormented everyone around her was finally paying for her nasty behavior.
When I looked around me and saw all those people, I realized that their opinion didn’t hold power over me and that the person who was supposed to be ashamed wasn’t me. It never should have been.
I simply marched right up to the edge of the stage and grabbed the microphone right out of the DJ’s hands.
Everyone just looked at me as though I were insane.
I discussed how it feels to be shamed for something that I did not have control over and how for my entire childhood, I spent living as a recluse because other people decided that my face was too weird.
