"I'll let it pass because this is your first time being this late to class. Go to your seat now!" Mr. Okoro yelled after minutes of reprimanding and I dragged my exhausted body to my seat in the third row.

It's times like this that I wish I was one of those back-row kids.

The lesson dragged on, Mary two seats from me, with the entire world oblivious to my crappy state of mind. I felt volatile. No, I knew I was volatile. Any thing could make me go off at that particular time, so I just kept my eyes fixed on the teacher with his mouth moving, and my...