CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

|•| IRIS CORTEZ |•|

Have you ever been so angry to the point where you feel every one of your insides boil over, and all you want to do is smash someone's face into the wall?

Yeah, well that is how I currently feel.

As I stood there earlier and watched her tell me that I was going to have to do my presentation all over again because she thought it wasn't the best I could come up with, all my brain could conjure was a thousand quickest ways I could murder her without having it traced back to me.

In her words, "You are a very bright student, Iris. But you haven't been yourself lately and that's the reason I am giving you this rare second chance to prove yourself worthy to me again."

Who the fuck cares about a second chance? I just wanted to be over and done with the damn thing.

I didn't even know what was more infuriating. Redoing my presentation or the fact that I found it excessively hard to focus on one thing these days. Shutting a huge part of my memories out had always been so seam