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What I am was born in me. It’s a part of who I am, who my family is, who we all are as a tribe — it’s the reason why we’re still here.
I’d hate to shatter the dream world you live in — the one where the sun is orbiting the place where you stand — so I won’t tell you how little I care what your problem is. Go. Away.
Normal humans run away from monsters, Bella. And I never claimed to be normal. Just human.
It had been so confusing. Dying to kill him. Afraid to hurt her. My friends in the way.
For a tiny space, I was disappointed. What? No magic visions, no formidable offensive abilities like, oh, shooting lightning bolts from my eyes or something? Nothing helpful or cool at all?
I was actually waiting for something to happen.
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Saturday, July 19, 2008, 3:09 AM
FINALLY!!!

Today, during ballet lesson....tthe ballet teacher scolded me and say I didn't put in much effort to dance. I was like "woman?! Im putting much effort than u know...I'm doing this only for my mum and you?!" in my heart. And she was like "what's the problem with you??? Cant you put in more effort like your sister??? Do you come here just to waste my time and your time? Your money is wasted you know..." and she continue scolding me. And just then I realize something came out from my eye. Tears. I thought. My tears continue dripping. Then , my ballet teacher say I go think bout' it. I felt like digging a hole in the ground and hide my face. A 13-yr old girl should not b crying.....:( I do not feel like going back cause' there's a girl who is primary 5 looking at me....embarrassed*