What I know

      Breathe, just breathe. You can do this. You can do this show no weakness. Don't show weakness. You have worked so hard for this. Just breathe and push all the unwanted memories away. Get out of the car and show them what and who you have become. And make them pay for what they have done.               Hi, sorry about that. My name is Dia La Dove it's pronounced Dee-ahh not day. Why does anyone call me Day? I have no idea. Anyways why I was having a slight panic attack is because I'm right outside my 10-year high school reunion. Normally I'm way more collected. I honestly thought this was going to be way easier. I underestimated the hurt and anger I still have inside me.               Truth be told I was no were near popular in high school. I was well what others called a fat blip in society. I was bullied and abused not just by my peers but also by my so-called parents. After I lost my best friend Cindy McLove I was completely and utterly alone. She died in a car accident. The police say they don't know the cause or who hit her, but I do.             It was that evil skank Tasha Sinclair and her minions the twins Brittney and Anna Bluff. I know they hit her car and instead of calling 911 they just kept driving. They left her to die in the cold winter night. After the cops said they had no idea who hit Cindy's car and that they may never know I made a promise to Cindy that I would find her murders. And I did. Unfortunately at the time, I had no power to put them to justice. But I do now.           For the past 10 years, I have worked hard to make myself the complete opposite of what and who I was in high school. I went to school for business and minored in design. I worked so hard to get into shape. I became a third-degree black belt in Taekwondo and took quite a few pole dancing classes.            Don't judge pole dancing keeps you in amazing shape and if nothing else works that sure as heck will. I learned how to defend myself and how to build and grow my empire and invested in many other companies. Of course, no one knows who actually owns and runs the Dia McLove empire.             I own hundreds of MMA gyms, along with hotels and my own fashion company. I've invested in a lot of tech and security companies. To say the least I'm now a billionaire. I have a lot of influence and power not only in the city but also all over the United States and Europe.            I can finally take down those low lives that took Cindy away from me. My only friend and sister. I'm very tempted to just kill them but then I'd be no better than them. And I know Cindy would not approve. So I plan to humiliate them like they did me and put them away for the rest of their lives. I will give so much proof of their wrongs that not even their daddy's money can save them this time.            This stupid reunion is a week long. Who makes a reunion a freaking week long? There is one person I'm a little excited to see again. Although I'm sure he ended up marrying that evil witch. Too bad he was one of the very few people that didn't bully me. However, he didn't try to stop them either. But oh man was he a hottie. I wonder how Jason Hunt turned out.            Well, I guess there's only one way to find out. I should probably get my butt out of this black limo. It looks like a crowd is forming to see who's limo it is. Can't wait for them to realize that it's me. The one they bullied, looked down on thought was so weak and were so cruel to. Man were they wrong and I'm going to show them just how wrong they were.              I take one last breath. I smooth out my dark royal blue off the shoulder, sweetheart neckline, satin floor-length dress with a corset back. It hugs my body in all the right ways. I lost weight but I defiantly didn't lose my ghetto booty and my double D boobs. I did find more of my hourglass figure though. I may be way skinner now but I still have some thickness.              Which I'm ok with because it's in all the right places. At least I think so. Which is all that matters I'm comfortable in my body. I pull down the mirror in the back seat and look at myself. I fix my black diamond dangling earrings. Straighten out my black and silver diamond necklace. I jingle the thin black and silver bracelets I have on my right arm.             I check what little makeup I have on. I reapply the deep red lipstick and touch up the clear mascara I have on. My lashes are as black as the night and extremely long so I feel no need to make them darker. I honestly hate makeup. I can't stand the smell or the feel of it. I can only stand to have clear mascara and lip gloss or lipstick on. I also have a strong belief that you should show your natural beauty because everyone is beautiful.             Lastly, I check my hair. I have it up in a loose curly updo. A few stains fall on the back of my neck. Some small curls frame my face. My hair is a bit of a strange color. There's no one color I can say it is. It's on the darker side with bits of highlights. It's dark brown with black in it. Highlights of blonde, red, and light brown throughout it. But I love it, it's completely unique to me. I have a braid on the right side of my head that goes around and disappears into the curls. I have small black diamonds all throughout my hair.            I may have gone a little overboard with my appearance but the invitation did say it was a formal elegant dinner for the first night of the reunion week. I think the whole theme is formal and elegant considering the whole time its manly dinners and dances. There are a few brunches in there but besides that, it's all formal. Which is fine by me. That just means I don't have to see everyone but a few hours out of my day.            I smooth out my dress one more time and grab my black clutch. I clear my throat  "John I'm ready now" I tell my driver.  "Yes, Madam. I'll come to open your door right away." John says as he looks at me through the rearview mirror. I smile at him. Here goes nothing.