DESIRÉE DOYLE
"Look who grew wings!" the bunch of losers all huddled up beside the arched window that led into one of the lecture theatres whistled at me, causing me to tug harshly at the hem of my dress, miraculously hoping that it would grow a few inches.
My cheeks flushed in embarrassment and irritation simmered through my veins, clashing with the surges of anger that brewed within me.
"Would you mind bending just a little?!" one of them yelled, but I didn't give a response to them or the snickers that were directed at me by other students lurking in the hallways. Instead, I quickened my steps in a haste to get out of there, wrapping my arms around myself.
A strong sense of revulsion gripped me in the guts when the breeze swayed my dress a little. I didn't know what was more trigger
