She practiced in front of the mirror some many times. She had written and re-written down her speech, carefully planning what she wanted to say, and now the moment was actually here. She was nervous, scared, and losing confidence in herself. But she continued.

Waiting to get him in front of his friends, to humiliate him like he hurt and humiliate her, she stopped him in the courtyard.

“Remember me? It’s Corrie if your two stupid to put two and two together; which you are, I’ve seen your math grades. Yea, I’ve changed. Yea, I’m different know.

Well guess what. I’m not going to take your crap anymore. I’m not going to deal with you constantly degrading me and making fun of my choices. Remember me?

Yea, you better remember my face. You better remember every bruise you put on my innocent skin. I hope you never forget every tear I cried, every drop of blood I shed because of you.

So yea, you better remember me. Remember me, because I’m over you. I’m done with you. Remember me as you rot in jail. Remember me.”