Something inside me snapped. My lunch slipped from my fingers, the brown paper bag spilling its contents all over the floor. It hadn’t been purposeful, but it distracted the group long enough. I grasped both sides of the boy’s head and then slammed his face down as if it were a basketball. His nose hit the table with a crack, blood spurting everywhere. His scream of pain cut through the laughter and Marnie’s fake moans. For a moment, there was pure silence. Pure peace. And I reveled in it, all while staring at what I’d done.
