I slamed my fist on the ground. I stomped and kicked the walls. I ran around the loft.
My red dress flew off me. My hair fell of my back, looking like a cape.
Hate, Madness, loathe, etc. I thought of all the things I felt.
The music was on as lound as it would. I hope that they would here it. I wanted to be lound, to show my feelings. I hated Ryder and Tallie. No, not for a babyish reson. No, I hated Ryder. He caused my life to be the way it is now.
I grabed a hammer and started down the ladder.
When I got to the bottom level, Ryder and Tillie where sitting by the fire place.
"What are you doing?" said Tillie.
"Stuff." I said.
I slamed out of the door into the cold.