Sweat. I could feel it running down my face. It made it's descend slowly dripping into my eyes. I winced at the sting, but kept going. As much as I did this, I should be used to it. I lost myself in my runs trying to run out all my problems. My latest problem: my dad is moving us back to Mystic Falls. I didn't want to go back there. For the eight years that I lived there, I was "tortured". When we moved I was eight and chubby. Not the cute chubby I was fat. I thought I was normal size. My parents adored me but a group of girls at my school didn't. They were all two years older than me, and they made fun of my weight. When I got older I vowed to get revenge on Elena Gilbert. She was the one that started the bullying and got her friends Caroline and Bonnie to help. I made peace with moving back to Mystic Falls. I rubbed away the sweat and took a deep breathe. I started my walk home waving at people I knew. Nobody judged me here. Maybe because no one knew of my illness. My dad looked at m...