Anabelle was frustrated, no, she was feeling even worse.
The young girl's annoyance, coupled with the bitter sting of failure, hung over her head as she watched the one she could only refer to as her enemy leave the library.
Her cheeks were flushed so much with red that one would think she was sick. Her bloated face, which was caused by the watery eyes and the big pout she was making, made it evident that she was very sad.
"My book!" She growled to herself, as she watched the object she longed for being taken away by another.
She couldn't even scream out her emotions due to the nature of the building she was in—not unless she was ready to forfeit some of her Class Points.
All the girl could do was sigh.
"Ah, I get it now. Jared took the book you wanted to borrow." Edward blurted out, stating the obvious.
