Gilda pushed me against my locker. I rubbed my head briefly.
“Stop.” I said. “Gilda, please. I’m not who I was before!”
“Oh, is that so?” sneered Gilda. She turned to her cronies. “Let’s teach the she demon a lesson!”
Gilda punched me right in the stomach. I doubled over. I wasn’t to be deterred. I was stronger than her. I aimed a kick at her, missed.
She grabbed the skin, well, what would have been my skin. She pulled at it, revealing the rather hairy, wolfish face I had.
She stepped back, as I gasped.
She punched me repeatedly in the face. I didn’t even bother defend myself. I let her. She ruled the school with an iron fist, like I once did.
I fell, onto my back. She kicked my shin, leaving me curled up in a ball, shaking.
I got back up, grabbing my mask off the floor.
I looked at my phone, and there, on My Stable, were posts of my face.