Have you ever felt unbridled anger? An anger that takes over you, that lingers for a while, you forget about it, and somehow it comes back? Anger is funny that way, it can manifest in so many ways; Through sarcastic comments, tears and sometimes laughter. I remember very clearly the first time I was this angry. No, it wasn't anger, it was red rage. I'm not an angry person. But anger? Never me, I thought. But when things happen, you never know what's going on inside you. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on “Why Violent Video Games Should Not Be Banned”? Get an original essay A few years ago, during my senior year, I felt this anger. Kate, one of my best friends, who I had been friends with for about five years, had completely and utterly pissed me off, it was just a buildup of anger that really exploded. Now the situation seems insignificant, but I'll explain it to you, because anger doesn't just explode in me. I am a completely calm and generally sensible person. Kate was, and still is, the type of person who is extremely intelligent, funny, and yet difficult to get along with. Our mothers were friends from work and basically set us up. My mom and I went to her house to have dinner and watch the Harry Potter movies for a week, before we all went to see the midnight premiere of Harry Potter 7, Part 1. Kate and I were friends immediately, the first night we We spent time together, I was even invited to spend the night. It's crazy! But of course I couldn't, because it was a school night, but I thought it was still a nice gesture. All night we joked, laughed and eventually exchanged phone numbers so we could text each other when I had to get home. So, back to what caused a stir in our friendship, it was something that shouldn't have happened, but did. anyway. Kate went on a spring break trip to Madrid and many places outside the country throughout Europe. I never got a chance to go anywhere on spring break except once, in ninth grade, to Chicago. One of the reasons I never went anywhere was that Spring Break always fell on my parents' anniversary, so I was always stuck at home, alone, with nothing to do. So, at first I was already jealous, who wouldn't be? We spent some time together, said goodbye and she left. During the week I tried to text him, but our phones weren't working. So we tried an app called Snapchat to talk, we only used it twice because we were in different time zones and weren't getting messages from each other. I was a little angry because we barely talked over spring break like we were supposed to, but I let it go. When Kate came back, I hadn't had a chance to see her for a few weeks because I was still working and school. We couldn't even catch up in school because we didn't even go to the same school. We texted when she got back to the States and I figured out when she was coming home that night, so I texted her mom to see if I could come surprise Kate. This was going to be great! I thought it was a good reunion. I went there around eight, waiting for her to come back from her meeting with her boyfriend. She doesn'tdidn't know I was at her house at the time, so I waited for her for an hour. This frustrated me a little, because she kept texting her mom and me saying she would be home in twenty minutes, then thirty, and so on. Meanwhile, her mother was talking to me about how I was like a second daughter to her and that night she even gave me the key to her house so I could come and go as I pleased. She also knew that I sometimes skipped school and told me that if I wanted a place to hang out, I could always go there. Saying that to a teenager who has a license is like winning a million dollars and finding out you have a new car in just one day. Around nine o'clock, I hear a car pull into the driveway and run towards Kate's room. , while running to Kate's room, I slipped and fell into the hallway closet and into her bedroom door, later found two huge bruises on my leg from the fall. I stand up laughing with Kate's mother and lean behind the bed between the wall. I hear Kate and her mother talking, telling Kate to go get the laundry from her room, Kate comes down the hall and as soon as she turns on the light, I scream and fall out of my "hiding place", "SURPRISE!" » Instead of laughing, she yells “fuck you”, turns off the light and leaves. Our relationship was already full of foul language like that so it didn't bother me. I laugh with Kate's mother as I return to the living room, sitting next to her. She was sitting with her laptop on her legs, completely ignoring me and everything I said to her. I smiled while trying to talk to her, but looking at her computer screen, she coldly states "It's late, I think it's time for you to go." I couldn't believe that after waiting an hour and having a bruise on my leg that she would say something like that. I stood up responding "Well I guess I'll see you later" and slowly closed the door. Right after I closed the door, I started sobbing, just tears streaming down my face. I was so angry. I ran to my car parked a block away because I didn't want her to see my car at home and get suspicious and run home crying. I stormed into the house, without looking at my parents, and went to my room. A few minutes later, my parents came into my room and worriedly asked me what was wrong. I tearfully told them what she had done and how her mother had given me the key to her house. My father got dressed, took the key from me and went straight to her house. Now parents shouldn't have to fight, but when you can't, then someone has to and that's what my dad did. He went to her house to talk to Kate about how I came in crying, that she should apologize, while returning the key that his mother had insisted I keep to my father. I was furious with her for months, gave her back everything she lent me, and didn't text her for a long time. I was supposed to go to her and our friends' prom, but I decided against it because of everything that happened that night. Unfortunately, the anger faded and I was just sad that I lost my best friend. To try to be the best person in the situation, I went to his graduation with my dad. She never saw us during the ceremony and I stopped afterwards to talk to one of our mutual friends, Tyler. He told me how depressed Kate was that we weren't friends, and it completely changed me. I began to feel a pull between anger and hope., 87(1), 1-24.