Snippet #957227

I had to stop upon hearing Justin mention something about forgetting to tell me something, "What? What did you forget to tell me? Justin?" I began asking almost demanding. Everything went blank upon hearing his next words 'We are way to young to be getting married.' Married? What does he mean married. This just wasn't computing; not even a little bit, and what is that in his hand anyways. Perhaps I should take it from him and find out for myself; of course Justin read it aloud before I could even extend my hand.

I practically fell of my broom upon hearing the words that he read off of the page. 'Zoraida and you are to be married to the noble children of the king and queen of Rexion, no exceptions!' I could vaguely feel my right eye begin twitching in my newly found rage and frustration.

"I have to do WHAT? and to WHO!? Rexion, you have got to be freakin' kidding me." If I had to come up with a list of reasons as to why I was thoroughly pissed off this is about how it would go:
1. I have to get married
2. I have to get married to nobles of Rexion
3. I have to get married to nobles of Rexion and I hate people, anything that moves, anything that breaths, anything that lives.
4. My parents actually had the nerve to tell me this in a letter through my brother (what they couldn't bring themselves to tell me in person?)

As my anger flared up larger and larger and so much more dangerously so did the flame within my Jack 'o Lantern. It wasn't long before it was practically emerging from the eyes, nose, and mouth of the pumpkin Lantern. Only moments after that the note in my brother's hand was incinerated by my simple gaze. Soon the doors to my mother and father's throne room would be just like that note: ashes. If anyone had actually blinked at that moment I could say that in the blink of an eye I was racing off on my broom stick but being I don't truly know if anyone blinked or if it was acutually that fast I....you know what I don't think I care about technicalities right now.

As I flew to the throne room anything relatively close to my broom and thus in affect my lantern was lit up in flames. Poor Jacky was hanging on literally by her claws; she would be wind blown and attached to my shirt for quite a while...no matter how hard I will pull on her. I really wish I could say I would feel sorry later, but you know what right now I am a bit more focused on destroying all of my parent's belongings on my way to there presence so that I could then give them the biggest ear full they had ever had!