I slammed my room door open and rolled myself

I slammed my room door open and rolled myself onto my bed. I was really angry at my mom as she didn't prepare my favorite meal. I was really angry and wanted to calm myself down,

THERE WAS AT THE TABLE, MY PSP, I TRIED TO PLAY SOME GAMES BUT COULDN'T CONCENTERATE SO I STARTED SCRIBBLING ON A NOTEBOOK WHATEVER CAME TO MY MIND. I TRIED TO FIND PATERNS

IN WHAT I DREW. UNFORTUNATELY, SINCE I WAS THINKING IN ALL CAPS, CONCENTRATING ON SOMETHING SO INTRICATE WAS HARD. I DECIDED TO READ INSTEAD, BUT ALL THE CHARACTERS

were so quiet that I couldn't hear them. I went for a magnifying glass but it wasn't there. My brother had it, he was burning ants. Then a giant ant crushed his head with mandibles

which really but a dampner on his day. At least he didn't have to go to school tomorrow. The school probably wouldn't have known what to do with a squashed boy anyway.

He stood there near what remained of his pancaked body. The bus driver had rolled over him halfway, gotten stuck and then had to go back the other way. Then he noticed her crying

And put his arms around her and said " mrs bus driver don't worry" and pulled her out of the wedge in the bus he had put her in. He then exited the bus with a painful look on his

left elbow. Since the operation he had always found that negative emotions surfaced somewhere on the left side of his body, although if he was really happy,

he found that golden sparks flew from his nose