(Writer's POV)
"Ahhhghhh!" Jenna screamed angrily, throwing a glass of wine against the wall. The glass shattered into tiny pieces. Lydia, her friend, who had heard the scream, rushed out of the room immediately.
"What's wrong, Jenna? Why are you screaming, and why did you throw a glass at the wall?" Lydia asked, noticing Jenna was still fuming.
"I'm so angry I feel like killing someone right now!" Jenna spat. The veins in her neck were visible, indicating her rage.
"Relax, girl. No one is dying, and you're not going to kill anyone. What’s making you so pissed off? You were in a good mood just a few minutes ago," Lydia said, trying to understand why her friend had suddenly turned from cheerful to a furious tigress ready to pounce.
"I was in a good mood because I thought Scott was goin
