SILLY 10 Min SCRIBBLES

To begin myself writing more consistently I am trying this method to just jot down whatever is on my mind. It may or may not work but: only one way to find out.

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Angelica took that thing outside and beat it with a spoon. Screaming to high heavens Cynthia charged at Angelica and tackled the older girl off the stairs and clear into the grass of the backyard. Angelica was breathlessly trying to defend herself after Cynthia had landed on the girl's stomach. The doll lay on the porch step, a button eye hanging piteously off the lifelike face. 

Cynthia punched and slammed and poked and scratched and choked and mashed and even bit Angelica until the older girl was forced to ball up in defense of the ruthless onslaught. 

Suddenly she was hovering in the air, being pulled off and away from the girl who’d hurt Thomas! Cynthia fought scrambling  like a crab held by its back to get on the ground and continue punching Angelica. But before she knew it she was inside, her feet being pressed firmly onto the floor so that she was held in place. Her father was looking at her. Staring.  
The look on his face was desperate. Searching. 
“Cynthia…”
She stared at him. All the anger aimlessly flailed as it lost its source and cooled. But she didn’t want it to cool. She wanted to RAGE at Angelica some more. She wanted to make her pay for Thomas’ sake! But in front of her stood someone who had nothing to do with any of it. She didn’t know what to do with any of the writhing hate that swam through her. She screamed! He never broke eye contact. 
His staring eyes made her feel stupid and she decided he was in her way! She reached up to scratch him, he grabbed her hand and held it, but she wasted no time and threw up the other hand to scratch him with. He caught that too and she tried to bite his hand. But he was too quick. He spun her up and into the air and held her tight against him so that she couldn’t do anything but scream and cry.