The little girl can punch

Son of a wheelbarrow

I gobble down my eggs. I'm done in three minutes.

"Wow! That was fast!"

"I was hungry noodle arms!" I screech. He looks at his weak arms.

"Just because they-" he starts.

"Are sticks?" I smirk.

"Shut up." Looking up he says, "I challenge you to an arm wrestle."

"If I win, you have to go in the most populated room and scream 'I lost to a girl, my middle name is Kiss-up, and I pee the bed.' Kay?" I can see it now.

"Fine. But if I win you have to eat mud." He smiles.

I eat mud all the time anyway.

I hold out my hand for a shake. He shakes it.

A circle of people I don't know gather around us while we set up.

"These are the rules: the opponent's hand must hit the table for you to win." Al announces. "Who thinks Tyler will win?" Sparse and discouraged applause echoes throughout the room. "And Violet?" Loud cheering cuts Al off.

And did I sure win.

The first round I slammed his hand against the table instantly. "I wasn't ready." He yelps. I just roll my eyes.

Second round I win. Third round I win.

Can you sense a pattern?

"I lost to a girl, my middle name is
Kiss-up, and I pee the bed." Tyler mumbles.

"Louder!" I shriek like an evil witch.

"I LOST TO A GIRL, MY MIDDLE NAME IS KISS-UP, AND I PEE THE BED!!!" Tyler screams, blushing furiously. I series of mumbles and laughter go through the crowd. Before I know it, Tyler looks like a freaking fire truck.

"Tyler! Who's that?" I woman yells as she points to me.

Tyler beams. "That's Violet. My mate." Cheering and applause wash over multiple side conversation like a river that broke its banks. I take a bow, which gets some whoops and eye rolls. Lots of eye rolls from one man in particular.

That son of a wheelbarrow.

I walk over to him.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"I'm London." He says in a nasally voice. Gross. He looks me up and down. Creep. "Why are you talking to me?" He asks after awhile.

"I saw you were giving me sass." I snap. I underestimate how loud I can be because Tyler hears and comes over. "Oh hey Tyler. London here was giving me sass."

"She smells like rouges beta." London informs.

"I'm well aware." Tyler replies, uninterested. He grabs my wrist. "Let's go meet my family." He says.

We walk through the wide hallways until we stop at a door. The sound of running water can be heard from the outside.

"Mom?" Tyler yells as he knocks on the door.

"Tyler? Is that you? Come on in I was just watering the flowers." A soft voice says.

Tyler pushes the door open. A woman in her mid forties turns from her flower pot to us.

"And who's this lovely lady?" She asks, looking at me. Tyler and I step inside the room. It's overgrown with pots of flowers and other various plants. She seem to notice my startled expression, so says, "I love nature. I take care of the gardens here!"

"Mom, this is my mate, Violet." Tyler says slowly, as if his mother were going to explode.

And boy does she.

"Oh Tyler she's so beautiful. I love that hair! Oh honey I'm Leana, but you can call me Lee. We're family now after all! Oh your gonna love it here..." She continues to mumble. I catch her say something about grandchildren. I whip my head around. Tyler catches it too and starts blushing. She just laughs. Then her eyes get wide and she jumps from her chair. "Tomas get down here now!" She bellows. A man come sprinting down the stairs.

"Where's the fire?" He grumbles. He looks to me. "Tyler why is there a rouge in my house?" His eyes never leave me as he speaks.

Before Tyler can say anything...

He pounces.

Dunn dunnn DUNNNNNN!!!!!

I'm evil I know. I'm sorry.

I UPDATED ON TIME THIS WEEK!!!!

Yayayayaysyayay!!!!

A longish chapter for you! Yay!

Byee yalls crazy wheelbarrows.

Jk ur cucumbers for life...

Right?

Byee!

-pickle🥒