I’m in a chemistry class, talking with my friend. We have a supply teacher as our usual teacher is ill. The supply is female, young, inexperienced. I, too, am young, inexperienced and female, yet I hold 0 respect for this supposed authority figure. So when she tells the class to stop talking, and my friend and I comply to the same extent as the other pairs in the class: quietening our voices but not silencing them entirely, but the supply teacher decides to ‘split both of us up’ (moving us to separate seats), I question her reasoning.

She doesn’t like it. She tells me to go to the Head of Chemistry’s office. I question her reasoning further, now feeling persecuted, now feeling angry. 

Aware of the negative repercussions of my actions, I still let my anger build, releasing it involuntarily now. 

This isn’t fair. This isn’t fair. This isn’t fair. This isn’t fair. 

You can’t control me. 

I walk out, I can’t take it. 

Soon receive a detention.