ANGLE OF DEPRESSION

"Trigonometry sucks!" someone yelled.

"I will not have another outburst, unless you all want a test, I suggest you keep quiet and pay attention." Professor Doyle threatened. The class grew silent as he turned back. I watched my ex-best friend Stacy sneaking lipstick under the desk. She had recently taken to high heels, high pitch and low standards. She now belonged to a new annoying clique.

How I'd love to bite into that coco moisturized neck. That would teach her... to dump friends...show her the real meaning of Cherry Red... to suck the blood right out of ... No ... stop... not in class.

My fangs tingled.

"Ouch!" Chalk fell on my desk.

"I will not have my student's day dreaming!"

"But I was not ..."

"What is the angle?" he pointed.

"45°"

"Don't back answer! Principal's office. Get out!"

I stormed out to the whispers of 'Dweeb', 'Nerd' and Stacy's smirks. I felt annoyed. I knew this since I had watched my prey from building tops but I couldn't tell them. Mother wouldn't understand either. It wasn't my fault. I did nothing.

I pulled my sleeve further down covering the bruised wrist she had given me.

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