My hand struggled to pull the book off her strong step on it; as I looked up at her, begging her in silence to lift her foot, her sneer of mockery was a response to my effort. I stood up with my curled hands, restraining my vexation mirrored in my sharp gaze at her.
"If you think you can intimidate me with your childish behaviour, you are wrong." Being fed up with all the bullying I received, I fought against her, defending myself for her brashness. "Get your foot out of it!" My teeth gritted, showcasing that I was at peek of my anger. Her taunting smirk did not fade away, shaded her lips obviously.
"Why should I listen to you?" she provoked; I looked away, giving myself a space to breathe out of my pique. The dirt from her shoes had coated the book flat on the ground.
My mouth almost s
