The guy with the torch turned towards me slowly, as if for dramatic effect. I rolled my eyes, then zoned in on the breathing. It seemed to be coming from a corner of the room, and there were thirteen people in the room, including me and the torch guy. Speaking of him, where did he go?
I looked around a little bit, but stopped when I heard someone chuckle. "Looking for me?"
I spun around to face the area where Grant's voice had come from.
"Over here" he called from behind me.
I turned again. "Wrong way" Grant said after I had turned. I faced left, where his voice had been just seconds earlier.
"Ha ha! Wrong again!" he shouted on my right.
"You know what? Cut it out! This is not funny!" I shouted to him.
I heard more laughs this time, then heard Zach say "Maybe not for you, but it is for us."
I don't know what happened, but that one little comment made something in me snap and sent my blood boiling in rage. Since I still didn't know where I was, or where anyone was for that matter, I had nothing to let my anger out on. So I just screamed. I stood there and yelled at the top of my lungs. I heard people yelling at me to "shut up!" and "stop screaming!" and "how can she yell that long without taking a breath?" I'm pretty sure they were going to go deaf.
Apparently one person had finally had enough of my screaming, so they clamped a hand down over my mouth. Mistake. I was still mad and had a lot of fury left in me that I needed to get out. So I did the only logical thing. I turned around and punched whoever touched me in the stomach. The other people in the room joined in on the fight, so now it was eleven against one. Not very fair, but I was mad and had PMS, so that evened out the score a little. At one point in my mini-battle, I'm sure I heard something crunch…
Then the lights flickered on. I blinked, letting my eyes adjust. I heard clapping, then heard someone say "Excellent! Just excellent, Ms. Morgan."
I felt my face turn hard. Then I surveyed my surroundings. Broken chairs and desks were spread all over the floor, and nine younger kids were staring at me with wide eyes. I'm just taking a wild guess here, but I'd say I broke into an eighth grade classroom and beat up all the kids in there. The other three fighters were Jonas, Grant, and Zach. Grant seemed to have his face drawn tight in pain.
I blinked again. So that's what that snap was! I realized, then flinched. Crap. Bex is gonna kill me when she finds out! Poor Grant. But at least he could take a broken arm. Or two… I tried to tell myself that he deserved it for making me mad in the first place, but it didn't work.
Jonas was hiding in a corner. He had a bloody nose, but that was it. He was staring at me, jaw dropped. I blushed.
Then it hit me. I had successfully broken into and destroyed one of Blackthorne's classrooms! And judging by the look on Dr. Steve's face, I was in serious trouble.
I smiled sheepishly. "Oops?"
