𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛! ✧ ｡⁺ ˚࿐
cherry garcia babysits adam reed even though she's only a year older than him.
❝𝗔𝗠 𝗜 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚?❞
❝𝗡𝗢. 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗘.❞
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𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃!
i shoved open my locker after incorrectly inputting the code about fifteen times.
science books crashed with the decorations inside of it.
the mirror glued to the door reflected my face, and i slid some more lip gloss onto my lips, because it was so much easier to think about how pretty the color was and not how frustrated i was.
why do i always get so mad about every little thing?
"if you can't open your locker, what can you do?" adam asked, popping opening his locker with 5 quick slides.
"shut up, adam." i huffed.
"well, you're angry this morning."
"no i'm not! i'm a ray of sunshine on a sunny day. i'm the light of your life. your motivation to keep going."
my anger management teacher had given me these rules as a way to get better.
but i added my own, and used them to try and get revenge.
she told me to just ignore him.
another rule of revenge, if you're more of a peaceful person; just continue with your life.
act as whatever event that caused you to hate the person you do, never happened.
it doesn't exist.
stay peaceful and just avoid them.
those sentences bounced in my head.
for once, i decided to be a bigger person and use the anger management skills i learned.
"no, you're just angry." adam replied.
i glared at him, took a deep breath, and without saying a word, turned and left.
"you forgot to close your locker!" adam said, and slammed it shut.
i squeezed my fist, but forced myself to keep walking.
my first period class was math.
i fucking hate math.
the bell rang as soon as i stepped into the classroom, and i slammed my fists against my thighs.
"late again." the teacher called.
i bit my tongue, and nodded. "obviously."
it was the least cruel thing i could've said at that moment.
