No, it won’t. I’ve made sure of that.
The next day, I find myself almost looking forward to my English lesson. After our little chat, Dan had kept his hands and eyes to himself, to the point that I had to call his name to get him to look my way—and even then, he was all pale and prone to stuttering.
I like it. I like it a lot. This must be what it feels like to have power, to know that you’re the one in control. It’s a new experience for me. All my life, I’ve been told what to do, what to wear, where to go to school, and how to act. My parents, my teachers, my brothers—they all have power and authority over me. So did Dan, up until yesterday. Maybe that’s why it didn’t occur to me that I could do something to change our dynamic on my own, without relying on my father or brothers.
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