I stared at her, an unfathomable anger boiling up inside of me: an automatic response to the pain.She stared back at me, her head tilted to the side thoughtfully.I glared furiously, but she didn’t back down.Her expression was calm as she surveyed my own.The teacher began speaking again, and she flashed me a smile before turning to the front. I continued staring, but now it was from shock. Her reactions were totally illogical.
Slowly, I turned back to the front myself, clenching my fists as the unreasonable anger returned.I took a few ragged breaths, trying to calm myself, trying to numb myself again, trying to stop thinking.
She was watching me, her lips pursed slightly as she thought.I scowled at my desk and turned my iPod up, refusing to look at anything besides my own hands and the empty desk. Suddenly I heard my name.
“Drew!” the teacher looked annoyed, she must have said my name a few times. I turned down my iPod, and stared at her blankly.
She sighed, “I said, will you show Paige to her next class?”