Yelling Through

I was frustrated. The group around me was talking as if I wasn't there, even my representative, who was supposed to be my voice. I glared as she agreed excitedly with the group on yet another thing I was insanely opposed too. I pulled my dry erase board and marker out of my bag and scribbled hurriedly. Once I was satisfied with the message, I set the board down. I stood up and slammed my fist down on the table. Every one went silent and looked at me.

I glared at all of them.

Their eyes widened, and quickly everyone went to try to apologize. I didn't want their apologies. I didn't care that they were mostly annoyed, and I didn't appreciate the few looks of pity aimed my way.

I lifted my board and watched their reactions as they read it.

"My book. My movie."