Sam breathed heavily through her nose as her pale hands where made into
tight fists. Water gleamed in her eyes, and threatened to spill down her
face, but she blinked and forced it back.
The cruel, mocking, laughter around her continued as the group of teenagers
begin to verbally abuse her.
She glanced desperately, toward the front of the classroom where the
teacher sat, seeming to have not a care in the world.
"Stupid, freak, why don't you go commit suicide or somthing?"
Came the cruel remark of James, one of her biggest tormentors. She struggled not to break down and cry; as she had done so many times before or at least keep her cool. All that was suddenly thrown out the window, when James picked up the book she had been reading early and flung it into the nearby garbage can, before she could stop him.
"10 points" he cried as the laughter intensified.
That was her breaking point, as her fury was suddenly unleashed. The glass vase that had been sitting atop the teacher's desk suddenly flew across the room, as if by unseen forces, and smashed into the opposite wall. The trash can was tipped over and crashed to the ground with a thud, as the open door was suddenly slammed shut, with a thunderous bang. All of the class, except for Sam began to go into full fledged panic mode as they shouted and over half of them dove underneath the desks as if a gun shot had sounded. A cruel smirk played across her lips as she watched the scene. She was already becoming use to her powers as thought to her self; it is time for some much needed revenge.
"Stupid, freak, why don't you go commit suicide or somthing?"
Came the cruel remark of James, one of her biggest tormentors. She struggled not to break down and cry; as she had done so many times before or at least keep her cool. All that was suddenly thrown out the window, when James picked up the book she had been reading early and flung it into the nearby garbage can, before she could stop him.
"10 points" he cried as the laughter intensified.
That was her breaking point, as her fury was suddenly unleashed. The glass vase that had been sitting atop the teacher's desk suddenly flew across the room, as if by unseen forces, and smashed into the opposite wall. The trash can was tipped over and crashed to the ground with a thud, as the open door was suddenly slammed shut, with a thunderous bang. All of the class, except for Sam began to go into full fledged panic mode as they shouted and over half of them dove underneath the desks as if a gun shot had sounded. A cruel smirk played across her lips as she watched the scene. She was already becoming use to her powers as thought to her self; it is time for some much needed revenge.