Elena.

"Shit!" I watched Jack slam his clenched fist on the kitchen's tile slab. He seemed upset about something Mark, his best friend had said to him.

"I can't believe I didn't make it into the basketball team." Jack shoved his fingers into his hair and took out his frustration on them, violently ruffling them so that a human would bleed or have his scalp torn out.

"Jack, calm down. I'll talk to Coach Wilson, there must be a reason." Mark tried to calm Jack down, but it didn't look like it was successful.

"I know the reason!" Jack yelled suddenly and pointed at me where I was eavesdropping. I...