She glared at her phone as if it would blow apart just by her mind willing it; the other option being to throw it against the opposite wall of her room as hard as possible. Granted, both these options would leave her without a phone and it would be wise to keep it more or less in tact for work. Sighing, she turned it on silent and threw it into the corner of her bed. She refused to look at it any more tonight. Arguing created more stress and frustration to her life and that wasn't something she wanted, nor something that her body handled well. Leaning back against the multitude of pillows, blue eyes darted from one end of the room to the other. She needed a distraction. Something...


     Maybe one day I'll piece all the little excerpts that I write, into one whole and coherent story. I think I'd like that..