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.


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