~{DORAS POV}~
Dora, once again, felt the tears streaming from her eyes, but this time, she decided to take action. Her parents had no right to treat her this way, she thought.
She pushed her parents out of the room, locked her door, and went looking for her phone so she could call Boots. Her phone was nowhere to be found. Dora was overcame with a wave...a tsunami of fury. She banged on her bedroom door, screaming "STUPID PARENTS, WHERE THE HELL IS MY PHONE?!"
"YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TAKE TO US LIKE THAT. WE GAVE BIRTH TO YOU! WITHOUT US, YOU WOULDN'T BE HERE!" the mother said, very clearly and loudly
"WHERE. THE HELL. IS MY. PHONE?!" Dora asked a second time, 100 times as mad as she was when she asked the question the first time.
"When have put away! You will get it back when you learn how to be a proper eight year old" the father answered in a very stern tone, but not screaming like a maniac.
