Angela went into the girls locker room and slammed her fist into a locker causing it to buckle beneath her fist and rage. *Why do they always act like they are better then us? Those...those animals!* Clang!!! Another locker destroyed as she kicks it. *They just act without thinking blaming their instinct and we have to pay...why must we...why must I suffer for what they are? Why can't I just live without them...why can't my life be happy?* A soft sob escapes her throat, tears that she did not even know she had were running down her face clouding her vision. With a final fit of anger she rips a bench from the floor and throws it against even more lockers. She grabs her stuff and leaves the room. Just as she rounds the corner heading toward class a teacher goes racing into the locker, with any luck the ferals would get blamed for the destruction. Not like her "new" hand left any finger prints.
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