My Thoughts

10/23/15

(this is my first book, don't judge.)

He's lecturing me again. This time it's about how I should get up on time for school and won't shut up. He is royally pissing me off. I have had more than enough of this. I spring up so fast that he barely had time to comprehend what was happening. My fingers curl around his neck as pure hatred courses though my veins, he would pay. Squeezing tighter, I shoved him out of the door, knocking him out. He needs a make-over. I ran downstairs, nearly skipping with excitement. I found a hammer and nails which couldn't be more perfect. I raced back upstairs and literally nothing could wipe the smile off my face. One by one, I baseded the nails into his head, watcging as the crimson liquid painted both the wall and me. This isn't enough. I shoved him down the stairs and dragged him outside and into the driveway, leaving a trail of blood in our wake. Leaving his body in front of the van, making sure his head was in frount of the tire. I ran him over, smearing brain matter all over the driveway. It's a good thing I look good in orange.