After storming out of the dance class, Catherine walked aimlessly. She didn’t care where she was going to at that moment, and that was how she continued pacing until she felt herself slowly feel better, less anger and disdain.
She didn’t really understand why she let her temper run so far, if she had to be honest. Everything that happened just managed to piss her off and pushed buttons she didn’t know she had.
There goes the idea of proclaiming that a week would be good and better than the last just because she said it. Just because it worked the previous week didn’t mean that it would work again for a new week. She decided to let it be based on luck even though she didn’t have enough of it. Who cares? Maybe she would end up having a bad week just because of the incident that just happen
