I’m only 10 years old, but everyone fears me, and it’s a strange feeling to hold so much power in such small hands. At school, whispers trail behind me like shadows, and even the bravest kids hesitate to cross my path. It’s not that I’m mean or try to intimidate anyone; it’s just that I’ve always been different. Whether it’s my fierce confidence or the way I stand up for what’s right, I seem to evoke a mixture of admiration and trepidation in my classmates. They don’t know about the dreams I have or the kindness that lies beneath my tough exterior. Sometimes, I wish they could see that I’m just a kid, navigating this big world like everyone else, hoping to find friends who can look past the fear and see the real me.