She was finished. As soon as she walked into the classroom, everyone knew it. They could tell that she was frustrated and fed up. They all knew, but no one could tell with what. But then, she slammed the laptop down on the desk. It was practically smoking; the fan was whirring louder than the teacher lecturing from the white board. Everyone though as they glanced over at the laptop that it was just a malfunction. These things have happened before; the smoke, the noise. But the girl sitting in the desk next to her finally noticed. The remnants of matches and charred paper lying across the keyboard.