Richard
I watched her speak in front of the class with so much confidence. Her gestures and the information-packed project she had just successfully presented were impressive.
I wanted to commend her and tell her she had done a great job, but seeing him beside her, helping her pack the stuff they used for the project, anger coursed through my veins.
I tried to look away, but my eyes remained fixed on the two of them; each action they made fueled my anger.
"Be quick with that and get back to your seats," I said, making sure I didn't sound as harsh and angry as I was feeling.
As they got to their seats, I picked up the book I had been using for the project mark record. After the calculation, I realized that she and her partner scored the highest; they had the best project. I expected t
