Everyone turned to look at me as I walked passed them.
I know why, it's because I am walking angrily, holding my pad and my pencils in one hand.
I didn't care how I looked, everyone was standing in groups by their lockers, talking, laughing and enjoying their self's.
While I, is angry to the brim.
I feel like screaming, because whatever I had drawn in that book signified something.
I sketch randomly, but not in that book.
Whoever had done that, has gone extreme, and I swear I'll murder that person, I just hope I don't ever get to know the person.
I roughly brushed away the hair that was hanging on my forehead.
I saw some girls giggling and talking, I'm sure they are talking about boys, I rolled my eyes mentally.
"Hi, Bel" they chorused at the same time.
There wide smiles told m
