The door slammed shut.
She threw her backpack on the floor, kicking her white shoes aside and pulled her school socks off her feet.
Her heart pounded against her chest, beating faster than usual, as though it was trying to make its way out of her chest. She was frustrated, indignant and most of all, mad. Perhaps more angry at herself than anyone else.
How could I......?
She picked up every single thing in sight, grasping at the things she could reach and hurled them all around the room.
The room was a mess.
She looked down at herself and realised that she was still wearing her school uniform. As tears pricked her eyes, she took off her uniform, almost ripping it off from her body.
She stomped into the shower, turning the lukewarm water flow at full blast. It still felt cold. Annoyed, she turned up the dial for the heater. The heat fogged up the glass and the mirror inside the bathroom.
She started scrubbing her skin, making sure every inch of her skin is cleansed. It was red and raw. Her tears start to trickle as though it was falling from the showerhead above. Unable to contain her emotions, she turned off the shower and fell to her knees.
And she cried.
She cried for all the pent-up frustration, all the indignity and all the anger.