I was furious. I could feel my face burning up like it was about to light on fire. My fists were clenched so hard until my nails started making indents in my palms. I was biting my teeth together so tight, it was almost as if I were a 1st grader at the dentist about to get a cavity filled. As I kept thinking about the situation, a pit started forming in my stomach. I felt like I was falling down the "Tower of Terror" at Disney World. Why did she have to do that? I just wanted to drive home, go to my room, and slam the door as hard as I could. "Honey, are you alright?" I know my mom would asked right when she saw how red my face was. But I wouldn't say anything, because as soon as the first word came out of my mouth, my anger would transform to tears. If there was one thing that could make me more mad than what happened, it would be that I couldn't even be strong enough to hold my tears back. When I got home, I snuck through the side door so my mom wouldn't see me. I got upstairs and replayed the whole day in my mind. I took my pillow and screamed as loud as I could into it. But now its too late. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. My mom knocks on the door. Well, there goes my bravery.