Tory had several opportunities to stop herself, from when she left her house until she got to school. She could've put a dam on the torrent of her anger. Even when she walked through the doors, that little voice told her, "Stop."

But she ignored it.

She'd never set out to wrong anyone, yet she'd had to defend herself more times than she could count. Nothing ever came easy. Nothing could ever just be hers.

Someone was always trying to bring her down, to remind her of her place, to hurt her.

It was time she dished the hurt back.