As a smeet, I..

I open my eyes slowly, feeling still tired a bit. Moving around in the soft bedsheets, lifting my head off my pillow. I looked around from my small bed, at all the others around me. Everyone else was sleeping.. It wasn't time to get up for a new day of training yet. Then why did I wake up? Then I remember the same nightmare I've been having, I had again that night. It started to haunt me, I didn't want to see it anymore.. it was scary. I climbed out of bed, rubbing my eyes and staring at the dim light ahead of me. It was just the entrance to the door that the instructors always forbade for us to enter.. plus it was metal, we couldn't get through it. I wanted to walk around a bit, yeah, and then I'd go back to sleep. Surely Jex wouldn't notice.. I stood up, walking around. At this time of night when I woke up, I liked to think to myself. I wondered, why did so many people hate me? Did I ever do something wrong? Am I.. different? It seemed like the only person who didn't jeer at me a lot of the time was a boy with bright yellow eyes. He never seemed interested in training anyways, always trying to find something to do with music. The constant exercises were so tiring.. I wish I could just take a break every once in a while, but if I told any of the instructors, I'd probably be pushed back and ignored. The fact of the matter of bullies doesn't help either. Should I tell about the bullies? Would they get in trouble? Would I be relieved? I'd probably be better at exercises if I wasn't constantly pushed around. One trip, and I can always just hear loud laughing. I wondered if I was truly the only girl in my class, and that's why I was always subject to this treatment.. but no, I won't let them get to me! I shook my head, wrapped up in my thoughts. I'll keep trying! I'll be the best competitor in this entire class, I'll show them! I'm not weak, that's for sure.. someday.. someday.. I'll.. kill.. them.. they'll regret ever pushing me then. Suddenly, I just felt that anger in motivation. I quietly walked back to my bed, and climbed under the covers. Staring at the unusual hand prints that seemed to appear on the ceiling of my bed, I closed my eyes.. and grinned.