Jane was a librarian, and she worked to the Public Library of her town. She had been doing many other jobs before this, and she had always been fired, because she has always had troubles controlling her anger, troubles that sometimes lead her to scream the wrong injury in the wrong moment and to the wrong person; the librarian was the only job she had never tried in her life and also it was the last one available. Jane didn't want to end begging on the streets, so, in the last five years, she has been able to restrain her lack of patience until the end of the day.
Anyway, there were some days she really felt like she was about to explode...
It had been a hard working day for Jane: tons and tons of forms to fill to lend books and to get them back, many more than ever since she worked to the library; it was as if all the town had gathered there waiting for Jane to take care of them! At the end of the day, all the rage she was holding inside was about to explode.
<<Calm down, Jane, calm down...>> she said to herself, <<it's the last costumer... after this, you'll be finished... calm down...>> then opened back her eyes and said, smiling to the costumer: <<May I help you?>>
The costumer was a girl about sixteen; she had long blond hair tied up in a high ponytail and blue eyes, and was dressed in a white blouse, a gray thigh length jeans skirt and short black boots.
She rudely threw the book she had to deliver back on Jane's desk, then she turned around to go away.
<<Wait!>> screamed Jane to the girl. The library was empty, so her voice echoed through the reception. <<Do you think it's the way to behave??>>
The blond girl turned around, looked at Jane as if she was an annoying fly, and then returned to walk her own way.
<<Damn little bitch...>> whispered Jane, difficultly controlling herself, <<... do you think you can make it just since you are sexy? I wish I could teach you how to behave!>>
Jane felt something warm on her left hand, then she saw that the ring she picked up in the morning was glowing. <<What?>> she thought.
She heard a step noise coming from the door. It was the blond girl.
She shamefully walked to Jane's desk, hanging her head. <<Did you come to ask sorry?>> asked Jane sarcastically. <<Yes>> answered the girl. <<You, little... What?>> said Jane, surprised from the answer.
<<Yes>>, continued the girl, <<I would like to ask you sorry for my behavior. I always have troubles managing it, and sometimes I behave very rudely...>> said the girl, in a submissive way. Then she raised her head, and she looked at Jane with a pleading expression: <<Could you please teach me how to be a better girl?>>