Instigation of temper
407 Words
INSTIGATION OF TEMPER
That night we ate as a family. Uncle Stark was so glad that the Lanays were my friends. I got to learn that the lanay family was a great rich family in Tenac town, Miguel was the firstborn son of the family hence their legacy carrier. He was the next head of their family thus implanted respect wherever he went. That would explain his silent stern demeanor. Kate was also excessively friendly to me with no particular reason, which was so unlike her. I liked to refer her as a piranha gold fish. Very cute and innocent but also perilous. I was well aware she had something brewing in that golden face of hers
The other surprising thing was that I was in a coma for a whole Tuesday; today was Wednesday which would make tomorrow Thursday. I had missed two days of school. Mrs. Lincoln is doubtless over the moon. I never told them about my weird dream; the dream was kind of hilarious and so unreal. I had Ashley and her friends thinking me crazy I didn’t want to add my family in my crazy fan page.
In my bed that night, ever experienced an influx of emotions? Well I’ve never experienced one before until that night. My mind felt like a boat sinking in the wild waters of the pacific, water filling every part and orifice of the boat at a sudden tremendous speed. In my case, every emotions I’ve ever felt before rushed back inside my head like a tidal wave. Anger, rage, love, jealousy, hate, bitterness, pain, every kind of sensations came together with its corresponding memories. I felt my head drum painfully but I never even screamed for a moment. I clenched my jaw so hard I could feel my teeth weaken and start to bleed a little. I shut my eyes so tightly but I was sure as hell veins were bulging out of my neck due to the amount of energy I was expending holding the pain in. Just like the sudden rush in, after a short while the feeling suddenly completely disappeared.
I knew something had changed inside me but I was too exhausted to find out what. I was so lightheaded I couldn’t dare to think much. Before I slept, I only felt like I was a tripwire to an explosive. A trigger of some sort
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