What was I to do?
I was young, too young for all of this.
And there I was, standing among those who had once looked down on me and I knew that I was one of them.
That I was better than them.
And in that moment I didn’t care about all the things they had said and done in the past.
Because I was one of them. I was on the inside.
I was finally, for once in my life, accepted by someone.
And in that moment there was nothing which could bring me down.
I knew they had only brought me into their inner circle because I was better. Because they needed me.
Because without me they wouldn’t be where they where.
They wouldn’t be getting all of this if I wasn’t there.
If I wasn’t one of them.
So they accepted me, they made me the star of their group and all because they kept on getting everything they needed.
But I didn’t care. I didn’t care about any of that.
All I cared about was being one of them.
Being one of the people I had always dreamt of being.
I was on the inside of their group and that was all that mattered.
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