LET ME GO! II

Emma kept hitting at the walls, tears slipping from her eyes, ignoring Prescott's words that her efforts were in vain. According to him, the walls couldn't be broken down.

When she looked and noticed that the elders were laughing at her, and the boys were now approaching her again, her anger knew no limits. It burned and kindled as memories blinded and subdued her mind.

The acts of the elders especially brought up her timid days to her, days she had thought she had forgotten totally, days when she had been a nerd, days when she had been bullied.

Their laughters resonated with the laughters of Karen and her clique who had made it a point of duty to bully her every minute of her life in school, and her eating habits hadn't helped it either.

She remembered the taunts and the beatings, the pranks and the false reports, her slavery and the abuse of her knowledge - at that time the group had always loaded her with their assignments, promising hell and thunder if she had ever dared to retu