angry


Thump.


The sound—my sound—echoes through the mall.


George and Julia spin around.


Julia drops her backpack. George drops his keys. The pile of pictures goes flying.


Thump. Thump. Thump.


I bounce off the walls. I screech and bellow. I beat and beat and beat my chest.


Bob hides under Not-Tag, his paws over his ears.


I’m angry, at last.


I have someone to protect.

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