Disapiontment

I walked into my room. I saw the curtains; they were not what I was expecting. I was not gratified. I saw the rest of the room, all pink –the pillows, the curtains, and the blankets— this was not the way I wanted my room. I had specifically said I didn’t want it all the same color. My face became red and my temper started rising to an angry level. I was definitively not pounding at that point. Not thinking before acting, I looked at the curtains rushed to them and started to pluck them until they finally broke. I grabbed them and threw them to the floor as a loudly screamed. I was so angry, but so angry. The last thing I remember was falling as sleep and then waking up by my mother.