The bell gave a loud ring as a signal to go to lunch. I fiercely grab my lunch bag and angrily march into line. The rest of the class walked normally to the cafeteria, but I stomped my way there. I felt a pit of hate in my stomach, sitting there like a huge, red ball of fire. How could Mrs. Price act like everything was fine? I at least expected some form of apology from her, but I didn’t get as much as an “I’m sorry.” I had to stand as stiff as a soilder in that awful, ugly, hideous red sweater, and I get nothing in return! So I angrily sit down for lunch, getting my sandwich out of its container. I see Sylvia Saldivar and Phyllis Lopez slowly walk toward my table. No,no,no, I think as they sit down next to me. I already know
