he banged his fist down on the table.
As she threw her hard-back, leather bound book across the room, she realized she had lost her temper. Still, he calmly bent to pick it up, handed it back to her and kissed her head. “I’m so sorry.” He said and walked out of the room.
“You have a bad temper,” Allison observed. “Why, thank you,” Said Jack, ever the smartass.
Allison tapped her pencil against her head, pondering. “Why are you like that?” she queried. Jack didn’t know for sure, but he knew that Allison would eventually find out.
“Temper? TEMPER? I don’t have a temper! Tell me I don’t have a temper!” Miya was screaming at me. I was scared, and wanted her to stop. I wanted to tell her that she had a temper, but I didn’t want to make her mad. Honestly always counts, right? I’m sure she’ll understand.
“Yes, a temper. You have a temper. Please, stop screaming.” and with those last words, I knew I regretted saying everything. I fell to the floor with a back-hand across the face.
It felt like steam was piling above my head and sweat was pouring down my forehead. I wasn’t sure if my face was red or not. I wanted to slap her. I wanted to slap him. How could they do this to me? HOW COULD THEY? Before I knew it, I found myself with a wooden board in my hand. Sure, my temper was horrible and usually uncontrollable, but sometimes my temper just might lead me into doing what’s right. I swung for his head.
my mom has a huge temper. sometimes i really just want to shoot her. she makes me soooo made because im usually the only one she yells at because im the oldest. i really hope i dont get a temper like her. i think i will cry if i ever have a temper like her because her temper is unexcusable.
A menacing smile that didn’t quite match the cold tone of voice. A subtle deviation from the usually direct proportionality between external and internal demeanor. That meant someone was about to get decomposed.