Kyla, still misunderstood, and not at all crazy

                I can be the first to admit when I have a problem.

                So sue me, I have a problem.

                The problem is that I have a tad bit of rage. It is not the kind of everyday anger that stress can bring. No, mine goes beyond that. Ashley tells me all the time that it is animal like in its nature. Like sometimes when I fall into it, it feels like I am out for blood. It consumes me, and it isn’t really about being irritated, because I just want revenge when I get that way. It’s as if I want more revenge than is really necessary.

                Right about now, my vengeance is focused on my boyfriend, Aiden.

                The boy can be too impulsive and it is frustrating, annoying, angering…

                If blood could boil then mine would be bubbling, and it is not just him either. It’s Ashley for telling me something I would have been oblivious to. She told me about the cheerleader, and now I keep thinking about the pep rally and how she was being all-seductive. She was acting like she wanted Aiden, and I did not like that.

When I see that tiny little blonde with that smug smile on her face, I swear I am going to… I am going to…um. Well, I am not sure yet. I just know that it is not going to be pretty when it happens.

Maybe I will cut her hair off. I used to see her constantly brushing it so that might be a good way to get at her, but then again I can’t really assault someone like that, because I could be charged. Although I do come from a wealthy family so I could easily pay my way to freedom.

Damn…The fact that I am even planning it out that far can tell you that I am beyond control and not even running the length of the school has stalled it. Actually, the running has made my blood pressure rise, rise, and rise…

I know. Shocker right?

What made this worse is that I have got myself in trouble when I leapt from the crowd. I thought when Aiden ran, it was from me, but I did not realize at the time that the collective chanting from the school was for him to run from Mr. Hepner, our over eager math teacher. The whole thing just made it seem that I was an accomplice to his idiocy, as Ashley would say.