Her name was Iza (from Izabela) and she was a terrorist.
In fact she wasn't a terrorist. She was also 10 years old and was my class mate.
Looking at her from the perspective of time, I cannot stop but admiring her. I have no idea from where this 10 year old, rather ugly and not very smart kid, had this enormous manipulative power over each and every person in my class.
She was making our lives a living hell up to year 7. I think later on I stopped giving a toss but I must say it ended up with an act of violence from my part.

Yet, she is now a very beautiful woman and a mum herself, married to her school sweet heart so she is not all that bad I guess. Certainly we were stupid to be scared of her and letting her influence us so much.

You must respect your enemies eh?