| 9:20p |
She felt sick. Angry. Annoyed. She didn't know what she felt, but it all bubbled down to a really, really bad feeling. Bad enough that she didn't eat, she didn't do her homework (not that she really did, but she hadn't forced anyone), that anything directed at her ended up in flames, in the trash, gone. Fingering the fork's prongs, she stared across the hall, eyes burning with something.
Just watching him laugh made her grit her teeth, wishing she had some way to shut him up. Anyway would be fine, as long as he was just quiet. And if he could just move towards the other end of the table, that would be even better. It could even make her day. Thumb slipping over the prong a little to hard, she dropped the knife as she drew blood, grabbing her napkin and immediately trying to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, that only feuled her anger. How could she be so careless!
Turning to look at the boy next to her, who had been bumping against her all through the dinner, she growled softly. She had warned him before. Another bump and the lad suddenly found himself on his knees, face first in his friends crotch. It wasn't the best push, but it had certainly caused the table to go quiet, and the boys to take on an intersting shade of red.
"That's all," she said, as she got up, leaving the hall. The boys could enjoy their play, they were going to end up there anyway. The table stayed quiet for quite a while, no one daring to look at the now vacant spot, and the boys who had been playing before, they were not playing anymore. |