Vesper angrily rushed out of the room, tears running down her face. She had been made the fool once again. Her face burned from the shame. How many times would she allow this to happen? How long could this continue?
As she ran, her vision became cloudy from the tears and the emotions running through her, and she ran into an opened door.
She could hear laughter around her. Vesper smiled sadly. It probably was very funny to onlookers. But to her, it was another in a seemingly unending series of slaps to her face.
She brought her hands up and rested them against the door. She appeared to be in an upright pushup position, as she let herself go, in front of the students. She cried helplessly and hopelessly, like a frightened child. As the real children gathered around to watch the spectacle their favorite professor had become.