It was then, when she said those horrible words, that I finally obliged to what my mind told me. "Build a shield around that damn heart, lock it, and throw the key away." Sure, I was never really that happy - but it was so much better than being miserable. One of the greatest benefits being the fear that my new attitude brought. Because everyone knows not to mess with Genevieve Rogers, she'll break your wrist or something. Even the new kids knew that. Sadly my reign of terror came to an end after a couple years or so. All because of this girl. And I don't know if it hit her in the head or something, but I just hate that she found that damn key.