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Amidst laughter and pain, Vincent raised himself off the school walkway on stinging palms. His confusion was ignited into flames of vengeance by the derisive face that confronted him as he unsteadily arose from the pavement.
“I must have been tripped as a prank,” Vincent thought, boiling.
Vincent barely recognized the triumphantly grinning countenance that turned from his to imbibe more laughter from the burgeoning crowd of students.
It now occurred to Vincent that he had a broken piece of rock in his hand; he must have picked it up unwittingly as he arose.
He instinctively felt that he had to throw it; his embarrassment and anger begged him to do so.
When he raised the rock to catapult it, however, a new emotion swept over him that caused him to hesitate. A forbidding feeling had broken into his rash and bitter thinking. He threw the jagged stone to the dust, and trudged away from his humiliation.
Vincent soon bemoaned his decision to spare Max Thorn Brae. His mind frothed with vengeful thoughts as he returned home. He knew no reason not to snare Brae in a tormenting plot of his own design. As he conjured up menacing plans, he continually re-stirred his anger.
He soon breathed out a darkness that invaded the light all around him. His good natured attitude had been stunned by his fall and upsetting plight, rendering it nearly silent in the company of his rampaging thoughts and emotions.
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