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Personal Narrative: Rage

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Rage At 4 o’clock I sit down in the same chair I do every single day and prepare to settle in for the long haul. I pull out my agenda and promptly sink down in my chair when I see the growing list of things I need to do and things people are expecting from me. Thirty minutes later I look across the table and see my brother laughing, no doubt watching some stupid video on his computer, while I sit here slaving away. When I ask if he has started his homework yet he states that he doesn’t have any without looking up from his computer, as if I don’t matter to be looked in the eye when spoken to. It’s not fair that his entire life is a break while I can’t seem to find any break time in my life. I take a deep breath and return my gaze to my work, telling myself that I’m being silly, that I have work to do, to just ignore obnoxiously loud volume of his computer, ignore that he’s always disrespectful towards me, that he never considers anyone else, to not command him to turn the volume right …show more content…

Turn the volume down I snap. He turns it down very low but I can still hear it, mocking me. A few minutes later he gets up and returns with a bowl of cereal and I see the drops that spilled out of his bowl on my mom’s rug, feel the table shake as he roughly drops the bowl on the table, hear the disgusting slurping as he begins to eat, feel the heat start to spread to my body, my jaw tightening, my eyes narrowing. Would you stop that slurping I snarl and clean up the mess you made on the rug. I can feel my temperature rising, and my body begin to shake, emotions boiling inside me like water inside a

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