[Alleusion]

I was a princess. As far as I can remember I was tortured mercilessly at the hands of my older sisters. I did not retaliate. Except the time they wouldn't let me play with their crayons and I threw myself into walls and objects so I would have bruises and red marks, then told my mom they hit me and took away all the crayons.

As a teenager however, I recall pasting someone's locker shut with the remains of our 5 lb sack of flour "baby" project in health class. And my lovely group of friends caused one girl to have a mental breakdown and spend some time in a facility.