She looked back at the house. The house that contained her whole life, her memories, her sorrow, her happiness. The house where it all started and where it all ended. She was given a new life there and her life was taken there. She was alive but she felt dead inside. The person she loved didn't trust her, didn't want her. She new once she left there would be no going back. Her next few steps would map out her remaining life.

NO! Her life would not end here. She will not let anyone else walk all over her. She wiped off the tears and determination crept on her face. She was alone before, she could be alone again. She could do this. She would do this. She would show everyone that you do not mess with someone like her. She will make a name for herself and will not back down.

This would be a new start for her. This would be the beginning of a whole new book and she would be the one controlling the fate of it. Everyone would see what Felicity Smoak was really made of.