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Scenario 3 -Anger
I stood there ,thunderstruck. There was a bright red pen mark. I could feel my blood boiling. Trying to stay calm, I reached into my bag to look for tissue, hoping to erase that devil when i felt something slimy. Someone had cracked two eggs in my bag and my innocent books were ruined. I gawk in disbelief. I stormed towards the door of when my pale-looking best friend, informed me that my pencil case has been founded in the dustbin, cut to shreds. I could feel a rush of heat to my face. My heart was hammered with greatest force before it broke into pieces. I recoiled in horror and smashed my fist onto the table. "WHO DID THESE !" My voice stammered with rage when attention was being drawn to me. My teary eyes began scanning through the entire classroom, looking for guilty faces.