Amber had no comment to make on taking risks. Sure she was in the room...but mainly because she knew her parents would be upset if she wasn't. Not so much a risk as being forced to. When he jumped up she started writing again, but stopped when she heard his voice coming from the front of the room, much louder. She looked up, somewhat surprised. She folded her arms on the table and put her head back onto her arms, face down in her arms. He was going to be hard to ignore, she was sure. And a headache, the way he was yelling...the cigarette smoke was going to cause problems for her, too, she was sure. She silently wished the day would hurry up and end...that the year would hurry up and end. Then she might be able to talk her parents into a transfer.