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A/N: So then a while ago xXBelgium_WafflesXx was talking about something that happened in her drama class. I told her about how not to let her strong emotions like anger and sadness  live inside her because it's going to build up and one day it's gonna fly free.

I kinda wanted to tell this story for while now but I didn't have a reason to tell it. Sure, I might be making this over dramatic but you know what? Why the fucking Hell not?

This is basically the story of the first time I cussed. Yes I know, I know, "Oooh, Mich cussed. Well whoop-dee-do, here's a gold star"

In reality, at that time I had a lot of weight on my back that I never wanted to admit or talk about. After that day I felt sooo relieved...
It's not even funny....

I really want to tell this story but I feel like I'm just gonna get face palms by you all but again, why the fucking Hell not?

Also, I'm going to make up names for some people in this story because there's just some people I never want to see or hear of again...

I hope you guys enjoy...
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"I have had enough of Samantha. She's... she's... ugh.... I just can't find the words to describe her...
I can't believe we were friends at some point. And I was the one who walked up to her in the first place!

How dare sh-she..."

Mich could feel tears form in her eyes. She held back the tears as she sat on her bed.

"No... don't be a little kid... why does that hurt me so much. She just wants to see me cry like a baby... in which I am.... I'm stupid...." Mich said quietly as she started to wipe away some tears that raced down her face.

"Sweetie let's go! Your performance is tomorrow!" yelled Mich's mom from the living room.

"C-coming!"
Mich grabbed her backpack and looked in her mirror. Her face was red like a tomato.

"Nothing is wrong. You are fine. You. Are. Happy.
You're going to go downstairs and stay quiet about what happened today.

Pfft. 'I have no life.' Like as if that's gonna stop me...

...maybe..."

Mich let her emotions sink in her body and she left her room. Her mother took her to rehearsals. Tomorrow was the big day....

"See you at 7. Love you mom!" Mich plastered a fake smile and put on an act. Thankfully her face was back to it's normal color. No one would ask her about it.
She then walked into the theater and got into costume. Her white blouse really stood out in the black box theater. They soon got to work but Mich couldn't get her mind off of school, Samantha, her crush, and all the projects she had to work on.

"MICH!"

"Huh?! Wait what?!? Who?-"
Mich was taken out of her thoughts and she looked up. She was in the middle of the room. Everyone else was staring at her, and the instructor was giving her a strange look.

"Mich, what are you doing? We're going to practice your scene with Flash...
Remember, it's improvisation. Don't be afraid to experiment!"

"S-sorry, I was just... thinking about... never mind..."

"... Is something wrong dear?"

"No no no, um... I'm... just tired, I guess...."

"If you say so... from the top guys!"

Everyone scrambled to their place. Some actors stayed on stage while the others took a seat where the audience would sit. Mich took out her phone and got ready to do her part as the 'rebellious' older sister.

"When you're ready." Said the instructor.

Immediately, Flash walked on the stage with a navy blue backpack. She flopped onto the seat next to Mich.

"Anna, what are those band-aids on your arms?" asked their 'father.'

"Oh, nothing... it's cause.... some kid was playing around with the dissecting utensils in science when we dissected a frog today... he accidentally cut me..."

"Accidentally...." said Mich while making air quotes.

The scene went on until it was over. Mich looked at the instructor and she could see that something was on her mind.

"Mich, maybe try being more... 'rude' to your father. He's bringing his girlfriend for dinner later and you hate her guts. What's your reaction?"

Mich stayed quiet, thinking for a moment and stared blankly at the floor. Not a sound was made.

"Well I said I hate her..." soon said Mich breaking the silence in the room.

"Yes but in this case, hate isn't strong enough... maybe Witch would work?"

"Witch?" asked Mich raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I guess that works too but I said Bitch, not Witch..."

"But I don't cuss... Never had and never will..."

"Mich, remember; what happens in the theater, stays in the theater. And don't be afraid to experiment in an improv performance. Let's start at the top!"

Cuss? Really? I promised myself I wouldn't a long time ago. I don't wanna get in trouble... but I'm not at school or at home... what happens in the theater... Stays. In. The. Theater...

Mich smirked at the thought of cussing. It was so silly. She didn't know why anybody would yell 'Fuck' out of nowhere.

The same scene was being built in the black box. Slowly but surely, their 'father' would talk about his 'dearest' girlfriend, Martha.

Anna started off with 'expressing her love for Martha...'

Mich soon joined in and she thought Martha was like Samantha...

Just the thought of her made Mich curl her hands up into a fist. She felt her eyebrows curve into and angle pointing at her nose. Mich's head hung low as she heard someone whisper 'Is she doing that on purpose??'

Mich's head suddenly flew up and joined the yelling actors.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Martha the bitch is coming over for your shitty dinner again?!? That's the third time this fucking week! Why the fuck does she always come over?!? She fucking practicality lives here!!!"

Mich took the spotlight without noticing it.

A fire burned in her...

"Are you just gonna let that son of a bitch come in here and take over our fucking lives?!? She doesn't even know how to fucking take care of her self. She's a piece of shit dad!! What do you see in her. Tell me what you see in her fucking ugly face covered with horribly done make-up? I want to pull her fucking hair out!!"

"That's it! Both of you, go to your rooms. NOW!!"

"Thank you. That's all I fucking wanted! I don't want to see her Bitchy face, even if it means skipping dinner. In fact, I don't want to see the shit you call food either. The school lunch is better than yours anyways!"

Mich and Flash walked off the stage and waited for the instructor's thoughts.

"Guys, that was good for today. Let's work on the other scenes now."

Mich and her 'dad' went to go take a seat in the audience while the others joined Flash.

Mich closed her eyes.

No one will notice. The work lights are off and I'm in the back row. No one on stage will see me thanks to the bright stage lights in their faces.

That... I... What did I even do? I mean I cussed but in all honesty, I feel different...

Mich started to smile with her eyes still shut tight.

I had a beast inside me... and I finally let it free...

Mich started to giggle slightly and quietly.

Just thinking of her made me lose it... and I think I like this side of me...

That literally took a lot off of my mind... and... my back?

Mich put her hands on her lower back. Her lips parted open a bit which made Mich lose her smile.

I feel like I could move and use my back to its full extent now... but why?

... Is it because I held my anger inside me?

No... can't be...

But I feel so...

Relieved.

I feel great and I'm smiling...

I've never felt better.

I never want to hold all that anger anymore...

I won't let there be a fire in me no more...

Mich opened her eyes and looked at her fellow actors and actresses.

The sight of real friends warmed her heart.
She smiled for the first time all week.

And it felt good...

A/N: So then that's it! I don't have much to say other than the next day after that, one of the actors who wasn't there that day asked what we did. Before I could say anything another fellow actor said, "Oh you missed it. Mich (he didn't call me that but anyways...) was cussing like crazy. It was just like as if she was holding it all inside of her!"

Yeah... that was actually when I realized that I never want to hold all that emotion in me again. Ever since that day I always try to get my anger out of me before it starts to burn again. And that was only near the end of 2014! In my opinion, it wasn't that long ago...

And Samantha...

That's not her real name but it was the only name I could think of while writing this.
So sorry to any Samanthas out there. No hard feelings?

XD

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed. Make sure to keep a heads up for future stories and randomness. Thank you once again and I'll see you all soon. Ciao!!