She comes into my room, with her two chop stick legs flaunting at me. She spits in my face and fiddles her toes in my nose- mocking me. She says
"u will never be on my ask blog"
Then she leans into my damp, trembling chimp face. Her twenty three foot long nose inches away from my face. It twitched and fluctuated like a sweaty monkey finger.
"U stoopi fooki"
Her breath came in hot, burning my senses, reeking of Katie brand potato.
"Beech"
Tears pooled out of my eyes, falling into my massive eyelids, holding my tears like water balloons.
"Give op" she says to me, as I scurry to write my retort.
But I won't. I can't.
