Anger by Ivie

‘At least you don’t have a fringe that gets in your face every two seconds and covers your face that you can only see black!’ Shouted Orla. The lights started flickering. I was scared, scared that she’ll her cover.

Only a week ago, I found her lying on the street. Alone, and I, well, I took her in. Gave her some food, specifically, eggs. I let her get washed in the bath. Ever since, we became best friends.

I sighed with annoyance. Tears fell from her face, making me feel a bit better.

‘I’m s-sorry, I guess my anger spiked