The boy walked through the halls in nothing but fuming silence. His jaw was set, his teeth clenched shut. He was boiling up with anger and annoyance. The feeling of somebody bumping into him seemed to be the tipping of the boiling pot.

"Watch where you're going!" Genya nearly shouted out. The sounds of his shoes clicked harshly against the floor as he turned on his heel to stare down whoever had bumped into him.