You could have known me for years and never known my name. As a matter of fact, a lot of people have. Swiftly moved in and out of my life like the wind, without so much as a word. I'm certain nothing will change here. The most I can do is duck my head and hope nobody wants to fight, more for their sake than mine. I've been called a lot of different things. "Red". "Short-fuse". "Reject". "Her". That last one's the most common. Never would've thought a single syllable could hold so much disdain, yet it does. But at the moment names don't matter. I'm on my way to be reduced to a number- straight out of high school and I've been drafted into the American Army against my will. Not that I'm complaining. I get a chance to escape there. Escape then. Maybe even escape them. I'm just so over all of it. Maybe here things'll be different. Yeah- right. They'll be the same as always. I'm just giving myself false hope again. Anyways, I'm pulling up to what's going to be my new home for the next few years, so I should be wise to stop talking to myself before I draw even more negative attention. Let's do this.
Whatever happens, you can take it, Ruby.