The sound of the conversation was loud and clear on the phone. Cire's face was white as chalk. It took her two seconds to realize that the conversation that was playing on the phone was between her and Dawn. Her eyes and mouth became wide and froze, aghast at the events unfolding. She stared at the phone and suddenly lunged at it. She crashed on the Coach first and tumbled a little and then extended her hand to the place where the phone was kept for all to hear.
"Cire!" The Coach shouted at her for behaving like that. "What are you doing?" he said in an angry voice.
Cire didn't answer him. She had to take the phone and smash it on the floor before the rest of the conversation could be heard. She didn't know what explanation would she give of her action but all she had in mind was to slam the phone on the floor.
