“I said, I wasn’t prepared!”

I shouted, frustrated, telling the same thing again and again to this annoying boy in front of me.

Now they are looking at me, judging me for raising my voice as if I don't have the right. As if, I’m not allowed to speak up like a not prim and proper that’s really different from what they know. Or... I was just overthinking? How I wish, I really was.

“Please, do it for me. I don’t want to face the crowd like this.” I sound like a child begging for a candy. I let out a sigh and looked at my heels. I can feel my ankle hurting. I was really...