Charles was angry, very angry. Getting kicked out was the last thing he wanted to do. Another backpack filled with clothes and 40 dollars. It was another night of hitchhiking and trying to get a bed. But this time he was tired of this nonsense. Angry, tired, hungry and ready to explode. Charles boiling with anger, wanted to break something. He could destroy a house if he could. I could destroy a house. He thought to himself. He as in a neighbor hood anyway, a neighborhood filled with houses. Charles ran to the first house, with fists clenching. The first door. He started to bang his fists against the door. No response. He started to throw his body against the door now, shrieking and everything.