"She is always angry"

That's what she heard growing up, especially from her mum. She was just a teenage girl, 14 or 15 years old, had a lot of rage. The rage she did not understand why and from where. She just had it. 

Everything in that house made her mad. Everything. Every loud noise her neighbors made. Every noises came out of her mum. Everyone in that house who wanted to speak their minds. She did not have her own quiet time. 

Unless when she was up late at night. 

She was and is a night owl. When the sun's set, when the stars were visible at the night sky, when the moon showed up for her, when she heard less noise, when everything just quiet, that's when she found her peace at night. She stayed up late every day. She did not want to waste away her precious time at night to finally be able to heard her own voice. The voice from her own heart. 

Well... she loves to sleep but like other students back home she had to wake up and left the house around 6 in the morning. She had not enough sleep. She had not enough time to fully immerse in her dreams from previous nights. She had to wake up and be at somewhere else without even given enough time for her to be fully ready. 

Yes, her mum was right. She was always angry. Always lashing out and wasn't herself. She was not well understood. Not by her, not even by her mum, not by everyone. She was just getting it way later when she left that house. No, she did not hate her family, she just chose to leave for her own peace. 

She left the house and she can hear her voice better since then. 

Has she ever lashing out again? She does not even remember when was the last time she got angry after leaving the house.