Journal Prompt - AROOO

Journal Prompt 2: How have your emotions affected your learning?
Usually, nothing can go between me and my intent to learn. Although, there was a time during seventh grade where one of my peers thought it would be a great idea to mess around with me, unleashing great fury. Throughout the day, my personal belongings went missing one at a time and the peer, let's call him Rick, came up to me and returned them in the order they were taken. First, a pen. After seeing me panic for a while, he approached me with a smirk, handing me the pen. How idiotic of myself to fall for his so-called kindness.
During first period, our English teacher asked the class to take out our books and, of course, mine was missing. After frantically searching my school bag, Rick called my name. Looking over to him, he snickered, as well as his companions. I still thanked him, but my blood began sizzle. Ten minutes later, our teacher handed us a worksheet to complete. Before I started conscience the class work, I asked to go to bathroom. Upon return, my worksheet was gone.

Immediately, I heard the sound of roaring laughter. My veins began to burn. Feigning relief, I politely asked for the worksheet back. However, unfortunately for myself, his own self interest proved higher than my emotions. Only the ashes of my veins remain and smoke surrounded my brain. Everything was misty. My mind entered a dark void. Full of emptiness, only one thought echoed. In the blackness, a faint shout echoes, drawing myself, my conscience really, towards the sound. Louder and louder it becomes. It is my anger. The heated stares of everyone's eyes surrounded me. Even his, Rick's eyes, revealed signs of regret. I scared that fool.
I asked once more and he slowly rose. He fetched my paper from the trashcan like he’s the victim and handed it to me without an apology. Even to this day, I wonder if he ever had the slightest feeling of remorse. I took the paper silently and sat back down.

The entire classroom was affected. But outside, we heard cars whizzing by, honking at those who took too long. Time was passing by. Inside though, even our teacher was shocked at my outburst. A still air, emerging a deathly silence. Quietly, I started my work, but found myself unable to get through much of it.

My guts felt tight and I became still. A numbing sensation surged its way through each and every cell of my body. I had an urge to apologize to Rick, but the silence created an awkward aura; the silence was not to be broken. My heart pumped irregular beats, creating a strange tune. It is the only sound playing in the silence, one only I could hear internally. The external silence remained for the rest of the day and my regular self became absent.

No one apologized. As periods passed, I dragged myself into different classrooms. I was losing concentration... Drifting, as one might say, but also stumbling over thoughts. Overloaded with confusion, my mind crashes. Blankly, I stare at my papers, my notes, the board, and everything else. Not a single word was written. Not a single sound was heard. Things were only left as they were. By the end, I was not upset or angry, but instead, as I realized, completely lost.