There was anger in the air.
You could almost taste it.
The children filing into the classroom were mumbling to each other, gesticulating violently, pointing fingers.
And out of all that jumbled noise – like a TV showing a scrambled channel – only one word came through clearly.
The bell rang its muffled cry – just another dissonant note lost in the chatter.
I held up my hands and began to quiet them.
But then stopped.