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I found myself and it was my mother, she was totally right, I had to learn to trust myself, because of their prejudice, I had lost all self-confidence, I saw myself as a monster, I took my revenge on life now Aymen had to pay for all the tears I was able to shed because of him, I don't know how but I'll find out.

I got rid of all my old clothes, a way of turning the page on this bad period of my life, I put everything in a garbage bag and I went downstairs and threw them in the big garbage can, there was still Aymen in low with the same people as talheur, I traced my route, I had no desire to speak to them nor any desire that they come to speak to me. Everyone has their own life, so I threw away the bag and turned back to go up to my house, but Aymen blocked my way.

Aymen: Do you think I am who I am for you to give me moral lessons at two bullets in front of my friends?

Me: Well you're Aymen; big asshole who deserves to be taught moral lessons and taught to respect people even if he doesn't like them.

Aymen: A because I'm an asshole myself? His jaw was contracted

Me: Yes a very big asshole, what is it now?

Aymen: Don't look pretty because you've lost 30 kilos, ay, you're acting too good, you'll always be Aaliyah, the girl no one likes, everyone still sees you as the fat one in the neighborhood, the girl that everyone the world insulted when he saw it!

Me: Oh and are you proud of yourself? Frankly if I came back here it's not to make friends, I'm too proud to talk to people who insulted me for more than 2 years but not for me, I feel good about myself, as for you, you will remain a big bastard!

I turned to leave and he grabbed my arm violently!

Him: (shouting) ME A BTRD!

Everyone was watching us, especially his "friends"

Me: You want me to repeat it more, what are you going to do to me? Hit me ? Just try and we'll see which of us will regret it! Now let go of my arm, I don't have your time.

Him: No, I don't hit girls, especially fat ones, but someone else will take care of you.

Me: Well I'm looking forward to this person! What do you believe? That I'm afraid of you because you're a guy? But quedal mgl, vazy on this!

I went home, proud to have screwed him up!

My mother was going to eat at a neighbor's she asked me to come with her, but I had no desire to go to people who criticized me when I was younger, that would be hypocritical and I am not so I I spent the evening watching TV while eating popcorn and I fell asleep in front of the TV, I was so knocked out.

Around the stroke of midnight, I feel someone hit me, so I get up with a start!

Me: WHAT?

....: Go sleep in your room, you idiot!

Me: You wake me up just for that, wow!

I give him a kiss and leave limit running to my bed!

The next day I woke up late, I was catching up on the hours I was working out, I took my shower, I had lunch in front of the TV and I left to get dressed because I was going to look for work today today.

I left my house around 2:30 p.m., took the bus to town and applied again where I could, I had given them my mobile number so they could contact me. It must have been around 6 p.m. when I took the bus home, as usual there was Aymen and his band of boloss. They all looked at me sideways, a girl walked up to me and started getting excited against me.

Her: So you're the slut Aymen is talking about!

Me: Ah and how I'm a slut, look how you're dressed and compare with me and tell me which of us looks the most like a slut, listen I don't know what he could say about me and I don't want to know by the way but stay out of it all, simple advice for you.

Her: And if I don't want to (with a deep high-pitched voice)

Me: Well, you'll find out for yourself.

I turn around to keep walking home but the girl grabbed my arm

Her: When I talk to you, you don't break.

I didn't try to understand, neither one nor two, I threw a straight line at her, she fell to the ground and also got up, Aymen looked at me shocked, it's true that before, I would never have dared hit someone.

She slapped me, I got angry I jumped on her like crazy and we started to fight, I had learned to box in Strasbourg so I had to use it, I I took off two straight lines from him and I feel that someone was carrying me like a potato sack, they untie me from the bitch and rest me a few meters away.

Me: Let me go I'm going to finish this bitch where I am a bitch!

She: Come on, come on!

I broke away from the person who was holding me and I gave him a brush and I started to give him potatoes but this time I see a lot of people come to us separated and in the distance I see my father coming towards me , yes my father

That's not a good sign...