Mrs. Ketterling suddenly burst into fiery fury wailing at me for not getting my essay done for English. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t anticipate a teacher screaming at me for something that I have not completed. Or, for that matter, when my parents are screaming at me because I didn’t do a chore at home. I love how their voices crack and become extremely loud and I even enjoy that my eardrums may break because of those lovely people. How I sever each moment of screaming at one another acting such foul way towards each other, I just adore it.
How I hear all these yelling from one another it just give me Recurring dreams of joy and such happiness as well delight in the world. With many times hearing