I kicked the wall with much force, feeling a surge of adrenaline spark through my body. My hands itched to punch something. My eyes darted quickly around the living room, settling on the painting hanging above the plaid designed couch. I drew back my fist, holding potential energy, then launched it forward, letting it hurl towards the wall. I felt satisfied when I felt the weak plaster cave in under my fist.
"AMELIA!" I heard my mom yell at me. I turned my head slowly.
"Yea?" I asked sheepishly.
She sighed. "Try and control your temper."
I nodded. "I'll try."
Fanny and her daughter. Apparently, somebody inherrited their mother's tempter ^.^
I like this one, do you (wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more, eh)
RBH
