I tried to suppress the triumph that threatened to disrupt my face at Anika's predicament.
"Now class, I believe we have some work to do."
As the teacher began his lecture on differentiation in calculus, I slowly zoned out knowing I could afford to; I was not particularly zealous about calculus but I knew the material quite well.
My mind kept replaying the scene refueling the fury I felt for that girl. It was mostly her mistreatment of others through words that set me off.
Hate was uncommon for me, but as of late it was strongly prevalent and effervescent.