"Where the heck is my eraser!?" I screamed at my friend's house. She frowned and muttered "There's no need for yelling." I was annoyed, so I yelled "Well if I don't yell then you won't listen!" then I walked off looking for my peppermint-shaped eraser.
I looked everywhere in the house and got very irratated. All I wanted to do was erase a mistake on my drawing, but nope, my eraser is missing.
Pacing around back and forth, my friend's mom asked me what's wrong. Being hostile at the time, I sighed, said "Nothing." and walked away.
I went outside to see if it was there, it wasn't. I checked the garage, nope. The shed, nope. The car, nope. I even looked in a cat's mouth to see if it had it, nope.
I went back inside to discover my friend having a stomach ache. I felt a little less hostile and asked what she ate, she said "A peppermint, it tasted horrible." after hearing that I said "Stand up." "Why?" "You'll see".
When she got up I stood in front of her and pulled my fist up. Then I punched