by Jeremy, fourth grade writer
I felt like I was on fire and I’d destroy anything in my way. “Rrrraaahhhggg!” I yelled in a rage. I was now seeing red. My hair felt on fire as I yelled what sounded like a battle cry. “Rrraaahhhggg!” I screamed again. “How did this happen?” I thought as time slowed down.
I had been playing Club Penguin and rocking around in the computer seat when I crashed down to the floor. “It’s going down,” I thought with a smile.
My mother came running. “Did you break the chair?” she growled. “Go to your room,” she ordered before I could even answer. I tried to object, but she pushed me there. I tried to tell her the truth, but she grounded me for a day. Now I was truly mad, and that brings us up to date.
After that, I ran around the house, then outside, then back in, and stormed to my room. There I jumped on my bed and started to read. Soon I escaped in my book, and by the time I finished it, I felt back to normal. Boy, was I relieved. I was now water, not fire.
(Click here to view/print Jeremy and two of his classmates' Showing Anger Stories)