Jacqueline Spann clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. A dull pain radiated from them, but she didn't notice. Her gaze was fixed on the old man and the young girl under the tree ahead. She bit her lip until it bled, her chest tight with anger. 'I wish I could go over there right now and demand an answer from Old Master Tate.'
'Why would he rather teach that idiot Nancy Thorne than me?'
'I'm smart and hardworking, too. Old Master Tate used to praise me for it and told me to study hard. But now he's praising that stupid Nancy Thorne, and those three dumb pigs, Jim Thorne and the others.'
