Angela rolled her eyes towards the ceiling as she stomped her foot. Why did so many people have to interrupt her? She could hear the door open and Cindy ask the person an inaudible question. There was an equally inaudible reply.
"Mom! It's for you!" shouted Cindy. Angela pouted at no one in particular as she walked back to her bedroom and threw on a plain black T-shirt. It felt tighter against her chest, and Angela gave a small shuddering breath. There was that at least. She grabbed the remote and slid it into her waistband, hiding it under the t-shirt. She walked out of the room when a drunken idea flashed into her head. Really, it was so rude for people to interrupt her as she tried out her new favorite toy. Such rudeness should be punished. What was more, Angela knew exactly how she could do it. She walked down the stairs towards the open door and her first victim.
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