I’ve never lost it before. Never. I don’t lose my temper. But I’d been sitting there, talking to him, and I’d asked him a question. I could tell that he hadn’t even heard me. He wasn’t even trying. There was no change. So I lost it, and my voice was gradually increasing in volume as I hit the final words.
So, by the end of my speech, a few people were staring. Not a lot, but a few. I lowered my voice, hissing, “You know, my life isn’t exactly as peachy as it seems, but at least I fucking try.”
I stood up angrily, dumping my uneaten tray in the trash, ignoring Bill’s shocked and falling face. I slammed my way out of the cafeteria, ignoring the looks I was getting. I went straight outside, into my car, locked myself in, and started crying.