Anger and rage were running through my veins like blood. I woke up almost instantly and looked angrily at Shukaku.

"Baka!" I yelled, "Do you have any idea what it will take to fix that messssss you left of my bike?"

Shukaku backed away as I began to throw insults and large hand jestures. I began to rant about costs and that the bike was as valuable as my life and that if I can't fix it that I was going to have to get another one, but they weren't the same because it was my first baby and that if Maki tried to comfort me I would eat everything and that if Kai or anyone else tried to comfort me about the bike I would eat them too. Then I ranted on about what it was like not having a bike and that I had watched as it was made and loved it to death and that if it couldn't be fixed it was going to be the end of the world. And I would rangle Kyuubi into it as well since you ate Yoko-chan and together we would terrorize the world forever all because of you," I ranted.

My rant went on for ten minutes until I notice someone was looking at me. I didn't care at the moment and began to rant more hitting and kicking the stupid mailbox. If you didn't know, I hate mail boxes beyond reason. One time these kids took out my mail box with a base ball bat. I hate both the kids and the stupid mail box that I had to pay for to relace.

Shukaku was backing further up now and I rampaged on using so much stress on my s's that you would have thought me that stupid Vouldemort guy from Harry Potter. Finally I got tired of ranting and turned around to see who the heck was staring at me.