you have in me!”
“I’m too young and pretty to die yet!”
“You’re so shallow, Sky!”
“Dude, lighten up! It was a joke!” I knew she was only messing, but I couldn’t help feeling cranky about what she’d said. There wasn’t even a logical explanation for it.
I tried to take some deep breaths, but my body wouldn’t accept the calming influence it usually gave me. I could feel my insides vibrate from the anger that coiled inside me. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as my foot pressed down further on the accelerator. I couldn’t stop myself.
The needle of the speedometer increased within seconds, and I knew I needed to get myself back together again before Sky realised how fast we were going. I didn’t want to though, I wanted to go faster.
I tried desperately to think of something else, like the way the sun looked in the bright blue sky, and how it glistened off of the roofs on the cars ahead of me. I mentally smacked my head, as I realised I was about to crash.
Logic took over and I eased off of the accelerator, dodging the cars in front. My muscles relaxed and slowly the tension faded. I could taste blood, I’d obviously bitten my tongue while I’d been busy seeing red. Anger left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I let out a sigh and thanked my lucky stars that I’d regained control before we became specks on the road. I really needed to work out what was wrong with me. I was becoming some hot-headed, anger-fuelled crazy person!
I parked the car close to the entrance, and headed to class with Sky. My stomach growled with hunger and I realised I hadn’t eaten since last night. I made a quick detour to the vending machine because I definitely couldn’t sit through a whole class without some sustenance, even if it was chocolate! It wasn’t healthy, but it made me happy, and when I had an afternoon of droning ahead of me I needed as much borrowed happiness as I could get.
It was time to face the wrath of the literary beast.
Chapter Two
The cool evening air cleared away the last of my headache as I walked towards The Hybrid . I’d parked the car on the street as usual and soaked up the last of the sun.
I sighed, relieved that I could finally think straight. So far, it had been a crappy day, and I was more than willing to forget it. I’d been shouted at by Professor ‘stuffy’ Stuart at the end of the lesson earlier, and my newfound temper almost got the better of me. I didn’t appreciate his snide, sarcastic comments about me ‘damaging my degree’, but I hadn’t lasted as long as I had with his vileness just to punch him in the face the day before my exam. He made my skin crawl and my blood boil.
The Hybrid’s car park was full as usual. Lee wouldn’t reserve spaces for staff which I always found irritating, but
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