“I don’t understand what his problem is!” I exclaimed, my frustration peaking as I nursed my bottle of water. Luckily, it wasn’t a plastic bottle; it would’ve been crushed under my tense hands by now. “He can’t just pick me out like that! Even with half the effort, I was still better than most of the cast! And we all know it.” The heat of injustice still burned in my chest.
Ashley and Michael listened to my ten-minute rant, exchanging glances as the angry words spilt out of my mouth, gripping my water bottle so tightly that my knuckles were now white. Ashley, who had run to catch up with me as soon as I stormed out of Mountview's double doors, now sat on the seat in front of me, fidgeting in place, clearly unnerved by my stress. Michael trailed behind at first, but had followed us both ou
