100WC: Why would I do that?

I bit my bottom lip with frustration, my breath blowing my hair out of my face each time I took a breath. My eyes were locked with my teacher’s, I don’t even think I even  blinked. I walked over to his desk in anger. I threw my arms across the desk and wiped it clean. Pins went flying across the room, papers were thrown, books were torn. I was so angry I could hardly control my rage. WHY WOULD I DO THAT? you might ask. Years of frustration and resentment at how I had been treated is the answer.

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