I've been trapped in here for days now. Mom says I need to cool my hot-headedness. So she brought me here. The red room. Doesn't she know I hate red? All the food is red. Apples, cherries, strawberries. Even strawberry lemonade. The bed. Red. Even the windows are tinted red. The extra clothes I was given are red. Even as I think about it, I can feel the anger bubbling up inside of me. I threw my red apple at the red window. I was about to run, when I heard the glass shattering. An idea popped up in my head. I knew it was risky, but I went with it. I used another apple to get rid of any remaining glass. It looked like a pin cushion. Carefully, I hauled myself out the window. Just then, there was a knock on the red door. I froze, then dropped out of sight. I realized all my anger had been spent. I glanced at a busy road and wondered how I would get home. As it turns out, my mom was coming to get me. I hopped into the white car. Thank goodness that was over.
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