Never Again
I knew the issue here was not about the activity anymore, but something else.
"Watch your mouth young lady," My eyes were like daggers. She reminded me of Mrs. Fritz's spoiled daughter. She met my angry eyes.
I snapped at him when he touched my arm. "What?"
"Sweetheart, calm down," He said smiling at our professor, who was now looking at us.
I snapped at him, "It's all your fault,"
"What did I do? Was it my fault giving you three beautiful children?" He joked.
"For choosing me as your wife." As***le! I wanted to add that but didn't, and this time I was referring to this activity. They should have chosen Diana. I would be happy to have the role of a nerdy high school student.