Point of View
Tyler Baile
“Alright mother,” I called out as I walked away sticking my middle finger in the air as I went. I was engulf in my own rage I started seeing red. I grunted as I fought to control my anger. I stopped in my tracks and punched the bulletin board and cracked it.
“Calm down Ty,” Evelyn said walking up to me.
“Stop telling me what to do!” I roared as I kicked the bulletin board in.
“Jesus,” Evelyn breathed out as it crumbled. I stood there panting glaring at the pieces. “Feel better?”
“No,” I grunted.
“When I get upset I tend to read a book, watch some lame teen drama show, or play the piano to calm down.”
“So?” I asked glaring over at her.
“You’re in dance, so dance it out or go hit a punching bag. I don’t know what guys do when they get like this.”
