Victim turned villain

stared questionly at her mom who had been watching he

, "Is the food not to your taste? I can see you'

r all, it's my favorites. It's just that, I had a very

o hear that." Her

embarrassed amd ridiculed me in front of my peers. What triggered me was when my car broke down on my way back home. I almost went crazy, because it felt as if even my own car

her eyes with her other hand. "It's okay, my princess. Big girls don't cry. You know w

hugged her mom

ught to herself as she smiled triumphantly to he