William’s anger had popped veins in his neck he could feel screaming against his collar. His vision threatened to tunnel. In an effort to control it, he forced himself to breath in through his nose and hold it, to focus on what came next and only that. He couldn’t faint from the exhaustion letting go of years of his torment in such a short time. Instead, with every breath he took, he focused on making himself seem bigger. His shoulders broadened, his chest had puffed out while the energy of which rolled off of him in waves, coursing through the remainder of his body.
He could feel himself supercharged in a way where he couldn’t quite be sure what would happen next. He knew he was in class. He knew he was toe to toe with his father. He knew he was making a scene but the man had pushed him
