A little stress

I'm bored.

This is the face of a really bored person.  My mother warned me when she said that I shouldn't come until she was done with finals.  Maybe next time I'll listen to her when she tells me that she has a tendency to go crazy when she's stressed.  Many of you know my mom.  You might recognize her if you saw her on the street.  However, a more updated- stressed picture is required.

This is how she looks when she's studying, and I'm doing the dishes.  This is her, dazed, but not computing how upset she is that in a few hours she's going to be tested on the information that she's cramming into her brain.  Notice the wide eyes, the limp way she's holding her book, and the most important detail that assures you that this is indeed my mom- the bun.  Of course, she looks a lot younger now- in the 20's.... 1820's that is.

This is my mom as she now appears.  You may notice that she is no longer human.  The anger from a group project has brought large, sharp teeth.  Sitting for hours has given her many scales and a large tail.  After slowly turning into a monster, she has looked up from her stress to see me in my bored state.  The fire starts building in her throat, and her eyes start glowing red.  That's when I start to fear for my life.  I should leave the house before it starts burning around me, but I have nowhere to go.  Though fire is shot out in the form of names like, "annoying" and "lazy" and "unable to understand", I escape alive.  I can now say that I have looked into the eyes of a monster: the kind that comes from a normally loving, and kind woman.