Hardin:
The thing about violence?
You could feel it in the air before it even begins.
I felt my hair stand as I walked towards the dining hall, my body tense as I picked up the plate.
It was one of those days where I knew they were planning something. It was evident in their eyes and in their stride, evident in how they turned to stare at me as I walked towards the now empty table.
Carlos got up first, his face filled with glee. After all, the lecturers were gone. And when the cat was gone, the mouse got to play lord.
I refused to stare at him, knowing fully well that the only reason I was allowed to rest all through the afternoon was dating back to this time, to this period where they wanted to render me useless in the eyes of everyone.
The first morsel of food did not reach my
