ZAIJIAN HEWSON
I was holding the phone forcefully in my hands, I imagined it crushing as I gripped it tighter.
The fact that other students were laughing and chattering didn’t help subside my emotions. Unbeknownst to their reaction, it only added fuel into the fire that was boiling in my stomach. To say that I’m angry was an understatement. I was livid. Most especially when Acir was rooted in her seat and didn’t know what to do.
“Class dismissed!” I yelled as I slammed the phone back to its owner.
Everyone was surprised to hear my sudden outburst, but I didn’t care. I still have less than thirty minutes before the class ends. Dismissing it beforehand wouldn’t actually put me in trouble.
“I want the essay by the next class, and I won’t be accepting any late submissions.” Collective g
