Every word stung only fueling the fire that burned inside of her. Every violated phrase was like gasoline to it, her fists began to clench and her jaw rooted. When the final mento had been added to the coke inside of her I exploded with anger, but she restrained herself. And instead of bursting it out, she kept mute. She wasn't going to do it with Amira, the person that had started the fuss was going to get it all.

The day has come. She was waiting for the slightest thing that'd make ...