The full bass music blared into her ears, the sounds heard from multiple feet away. Her eyes laid closed, and her boney finger tapped gently to the beat. She laid her short haired head to the cold desk, she winced as her warmed face touched the chilled light colored wood. Her bitter eyes snapped open, as a callous tap hit her shoulder. It took a few seconds to take in full view of the towering teacher, eyes boaring into hers, as if lightning and thunder were to clash on a stormy night. Flames in her eyes, she dared not to back down, as did the teacher.
Coldly the teacher attempted to gain ground on the child “Miss Wilma Marita, turn the music off now.”
But Wilma had no intention