Years she had dealt with them.
Years they had made her feel like crap.
Years she had taken the blows with out crying.
Years she had filled up inside with so much anger God himself would fear her.
Years she kept quiet.
Years. Well not anymore. Things had changed. She had changed. And soon so would they.
How would they changed? Well, as I'm sure you know, when you die you're body doesn't look as clean as it used. It's starts to decay. But I'm sure you already knew that. Let's see if they do.
Okay so I know this chapter was way to short. Don't worry they won't all be this short. So, becasue it is too short I've already posted the second chapter. I just really wanted to cut this chapter off here, cause I like it the way it is. Short and to the point.