Screaming, growling, moody were the only words to describe my mother at this present stage. Her fury was burning a hole in the house and I didn’t know long it would be until she exploded. I didn’t know what I did? I honestly got home and she just started fuming, for no reason. She chased me to my room to talk about my “report”, like know big deal. She just yelled at me with a disappointed look on her face, then walked out in huff, and as the door slammed, I knew this was going to be a long night.