Have you ever felt unbridled anger? Anger that torments you, that persists for a while, you forget it and somehow it comes back? Anger is funny that way, it can manifest itself in so many ways; Through sarcastic comments, tears and sometimes laughter. I vividly remember the first time I was so angry. No, it wasn't anger, it was red anger. I'm not an angry person. But anger? Never me, I had thought. But, when events happen, you never know what happens inside you. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Get an Original Essay A couple of years ago, during my senior year, I felt that anger. Kate, one of my best friends, who I had been friends with for about five years, had completely and utterly pissed me off, it was just a build up of anger that really exploded. Now the situation seems petty, but I'll explain it to you, because anger doesn't just explode out of me. I am a completely calm person and usually a sensible person. Kate was, and still is, the kind of person who was extremely intelligent, funny, and at the same time difficult to get along with. Our moms were friends from work and basically set us up. My mother and I went to her house to have dinner and watch Harry Potter movies for a week, before we all went to see the midnight premiere of Harry Potter 7 Part 1. Kate and I became fast friends on the first night that we went out we were even invited to spend the night together. It's crazy! But obviously I couldn't because it was a school night, but I thought it was a nice gesture anyway. Throughout the night we joked with each other, giggled, and eventually exchanged phone numbers to text each other when I needed to get home. So, back to what caused a stir in our friendship was something that shouldn't have happened, but did. Anyway. Kate took a spring break trip to Madrid and a bunch of places out of the country, around Europe. I never went anywhere on spring break except once, during ninth grade in Chicago. One of the reasons I never went anywhere was because spring break always fell on my parents' anniversary, so I was always stuck at home, alone, doing absolutely nothing. So to begin with I was already jealous, who wouldn't be? We went out, said goodbye and she left. During the week I tried to text her, but our phones weren't working. So we tried an app called Snapchat to talk, we only used it twice because we were in different time zones and weren't getting each other's messages. I was a little angry that we hadn't talked nearly as much as we should have over spring break, but I let it go. When Kate came back I hadn't seen her for a couple of weeks because I was always working, and school. We couldn't even catch up in school because we didn't even go to the same school. We texted when she got back to the States and I found out when she was coming home that evening, so I texted her mom to see if I could come over and surprise Kate. That would have been awesome! I thought it was a nice reunion. I went there around eight, waiting for her to return from her date with her boyfriend. She had no idea I was at her house at the time, so I waited for her for an hour. This frustrated me a little, because she kept texting me and her mom saying she'd be home in twenty minutes, then thirty, and so on. During this period, his mothershe talked to me about how I was like a second daughter to her, and that night she even gave me the key to her house, so I could come and go as I pleased. He also knew that I sometimes skipped school and told me that if I wanted somewhere to hang out I could always go there. Telling that to a teenager with a driver's license is like receiving a million dollars and finding out you have a new car all in one day. Around nine o'clock, I hear a car stop in the driveway and run into Kate's room, while I was running towards Kate's room, I slipped and fell in the hallway closet and in the door of her room, later, I had found myself two large bruises on the leg due to the fall. I get up laughing together with Kate's mother and curl up behind the bed in the middle of the wall. I hear Kate and her mom talking, telling Kate to go get the laundry in her room, Kate comes from the hallway and as soon as she turns on the light, I scream and fall from my "hiding place", "SURPRISE!" Instead of laughing, he yells “fuck you,” turns off the light and walks away. Our relationship was already full of foul language like that, so it didn't bother me. I'm laughing with Kate's mom as I walk back into the living room, sitting next to her. She sat with her laptop resting on her lap, completely ignoring me and anything I said to her. I smiled as I tried to talk to her, but looking at her computer screen, she coldly states "It's late, I think it's time for you to go." I couldn't believe, after waiting an hour and getting bruises on my leg, that she would say something like that. I stood up, replying, "Well, I guess I'll see you later," and slowly closed the door. Right after I closed the door, I started sobbing, just tears streaming down my face. I was so angry. I run to my car parked a block away because I didn't want her to see my car at her house and get suspicious, and come home crying. I ran into the house, without looking at my parents, and went to my room. A few minutes later, my parents enter my room, worriedly asking me what was wrong. I told them through tears what he had done and how his mother gave me the key to his house. My father got dressed, took the key from me and went straight to his house. Now, parents aren't supposed to fight your battles, but when you can't, then someone has to and that's what my dad did. He went to her house basically to talk to Kate about how I came in crying, that she should apologize, while giving her back the key that her mother had insisted my father keep. I was furious with her for months, gave her back everything she lent me, and didn't text her for a long time. I was supposed to go to her and our friends' prom, but I decided not to because of everything that had happened that night. Unfortunately, however, the anger faded and I was sad to have lost my best friend. To try to somehow be the best person in the situation, I went to his graduation with my dad. He never accompanied us during the ceremony and I stopped to talk to one of our mutual friends, Tyler, afterward. She told me how depressed Kate was because we weren't friends, and that changed me completely. I started to feel a tension between anger and hope. Where I wanted to text her, but I wanted her to do it first and apologize. A couple of weeks later, the night I graduated. I was beaming, I was so happy to have graduated and finally left the place I hated. From my seat during the ceremony I could see that she was there and I smiled. Right after I came out, I hugged all my friends over the years and said goodbye. Me, 87(1), 1-24.