As I threw open the door, I could feel the chill of the March night air bite and tear at my clothes.I risked a cold but at the moment it all seemed miniscule. I had one objective at the time, one goal, get away from her and her irritating voice. My drive was a fire , not physical more mental. Yet even still it drove me like a steam engine. This fire is old as man itself, it has and will always be with humans. The same fire was a constant quarreling voices in my mind, rambling one “OH MY GOD, she is insufferable. How can anyone be so ignorant”.....Anger, This voice, this fire ,this corporeal being…..was Anger. Finally, I reached my destination, it wasn’t much, just a pile of wood with one large stump as the cutting board, about a walk or so
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One of the aftermaths of the many arguments that me and my sister had at home. But it’s nothing new siblings fight everyday, whether it’s for fun like wrestling or fighting in a video game. Parents fight with their young teenage children about all the stupid and immature stuff they do, the many dangers of “Texting while driving” and “underage drinking”or “how they’re out too late” all very serious topics. But sometimes these topics can get pretty heated, and sometimes we lose our rationality and it causes these fights to get a little…..violent. (thank goodness it has never gotten that bad with my family) But what I’m trying to say is who with my family, me and my dad especially, we tend to have “a short fuse” as they say. But I can see why with my dad, He works all week leaves home Monday morning at 3:00 travels down to where he works, then doesn’t come back till Thursday at 4:00pm, he’s tired, he works a lot and gets stressed out. But as for me, well you know…. hormones, school stress, trying to fit in, the usual teenage drama stuff right. Well that never really was a problem for me. Sure every person deals with hormones, it can’t be avoided, but with my family like my sister there have been times when we were little and fighting as a game and I hit her, maybe a little too hard, and she just kinda loses it and hits me…..hard. But she always apologized afterwards and of course I forgave her, she’s my sister. But I could understand her I was …show more content…
But middle school was by far my worst educational period. I hated going there, every day I would come home with plenty of new stories of all the people that picked on me who day, how and when they did it. But I didn’t really talk about, because I didn’t want them to worry and make a huge deal about it. I also was young and naive and didn’t think it was as bad as it really got. But that’s for another time. But I finally let it all out after one incident. One accident that snapped me out of my ignorant stupor. It was another school day just like all the others. I came home and just wanted a moment of peace from all the stress of THAT,specific school day. It was a little rougher than the others, so i just wanted to sit on the couch maybe take a nap and just chill. But my sister was home early that day as well. So I guess she might have been a little bored and decided to pester me a bit. So every time she would walk past me she would call me an incredibly childish insults like “dummy” or “butthead” (Yes I know how mature for an 17 teen year old at the time), or she would lightly poke me on the side of the head. But one time she accidentally slipped and fell and she hit me. Not on purpose it was just an accident, but after that I just…….snapped. I hit her…... pretty hard. It was in her side, but it still looked
One of the aftermaths of the many arguments that me and my sister had at home. But it’s nothing new siblings fight everyday, whether it’s for fun like wrestling or fighting in a video game. Parents fight with their young teenage children about all the stupid and immature stuff they do, the many dangers of “Texting while driving” and “underage drinking”or “how they’re out too late” all very serious topics. But sometimes these topics can get pretty heated, and sometimes we lose our rationality and it causes these fights to get a little…..violent. (thank goodness it has never gotten that bad with my family) But what I’m trying to say is who with my family, me and my dad especially, we tend to have “a short fuse” as they say. But I can see why with my dad, He works all week leaves home Monday morning at 3:00 travels down to where he works, then doesn’t come back till Thursday at 4:00pm, he’s tired, he works a lot and gets stressed out. But as for me, well you know…. hormones, school stress, trying to fit in, the usual teenage drama stuff right. Well that never really was a problem for me. Sure every person deals with hormones, it can’t be avoided, but with my family like my sister there have been times when we were little and fighting as a game and I hit her, maybe a little too hard, and she just kinda loses it and hits me…..hard. But she always apologized afterwards and of course I forgave her, she’s my sister. But I could understand her I was …show more content…
But middle school was by far my worst educational period. I hated going there, every day I would come home with plenty of new stories of all the people that picked on me who day, how and when they did it. But I didn’t really talk about, because I didn’t want them to worry and make a huge deal about it. I also was young and naive and didn’t think it was as bad as it really got. But that’s for another time. But I finally let it all out after one incident. One accident that snapped me out of my ignorant stupor. It was another school day just like all the others. I came home and just wanted a moment of peace from all the stress of THAT,specific school day. It was a little rougher than the others, so i just wanted to sit on the couch maybe take a nap and just chill. But my sister was home early that day as well. So I guess she might have been a little bored and decided to pester me a bit. So every time she would walk past me she would call me an incredibly childish insults like “dummy” or “butthead” (Yes I know how mature for an 17 teen year old at the time), or she would lightly poke me on the side of the head. But one time she accidentally slipped and fell and she hit me. Not on purpose it was just an accident, but after that I just…….snapped. I hit her…... pretty hard. It was in her side, but it still looked