White hot anger courses through my veins as I march through the school corridors towards Sister Evelyn's office, where I fully expect to find her having a stern talk to Ezra about the scene he made in Religious Studies class earlier this morning.
I'm too enraged to think straight, and I'm not sure exactly what my plan is.
Should I just burst in and confront Ezra? And will I just start yelling at him like a banshee right in front of Sister Evelyn, who I know is bound to try and intervene?
I'm not sure about all of that. But what I am sure of, is the fact that Ezra is going to pay.
I'll make him regret spreading lies about me.
HOW DARE HE.
The fire that went out in me over the past few weeks has come back blazing, a furious inferno threatening to annihilate everything in its path.
