Ugh! Why is he following me? I already told him I didn't want to play. "Go away, Chandler!" I commanded furiously. " I have to do something."
"After you do something you can play?" Chandler always uses improper grammar, its really annoying.
"No Chandler! I already told you, not after I'm done, not tomorrow, not this week, not ever! Get it in your tiny, tiny, so very tiny brain that I will never ever play with you!" I shrieked.
I stormed off into the forest leaving the second grader in my dust. Yeah I know that was really rude. And that him being in second grade and me being in sixth deosn't give me a good reason to be that rude. But I'm going insane here, he comes to my door every day, asking if I can play. I know that still isn't a good reason, but hes been living here for three years and he still hasn't realized that I will never play with him! You might not get as irritated as I do but you would definitely get mad!
And that is why every day I escape my house and my life's drama to lay on the cold, wet, and hard ground in the peaceful forest. My forest. In there I can do anything I want, say anything I want, and be anything I want.
